Loving you like the
Sea spumes its waves in curvy
Purl-like caresses

©2012 j.a.o.a.

Thoughts—

Thoughts—
Come to settle
Visit those memories of
Your smile for me.
Enfold me like the wind
And set me afire then
Have me surrender to
The succor of
Your loving arms
©2012 j.a.o.a.

Softly—

Softly—

She walks toward me
Tiptoeing gently
Afraid she’ll wake me
And flowers of
The misty night sway
Among the lion
Tufts from last year’s
Grassy meadow, and
I sense her mad
Caress reach for me
A millionth time

© 2012 j.a.o.a.
© 2012 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

Lovely mine—

Lovely mine—

You may address me as
You wish
In private or otherwise
For however
You dub me you’ll
Flatter me a blush and
Might I too
Create a sweet little
Something, a softly
Placed susurrus designate
An epithet,
Tender pet name,
Moniker so to splay the
Sigh of you,
Baby gesture that
Inspires roses spread to
Swoon petals
Beneath your feet,
Silken soubriquet to match
The utter of your light,
Aspiration I conspire
To hold hostage
As my priceless pleasure
I’ll caress in a
Brief kiss so slight
In passing
Like potion magic Posh
I’ll un-twine the
Languid gold verve
Within your gaze of yes

©2011 j.a.o.a.
©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

A distant end to end—

A distant end to end—

In the length of
night, dies anxiety and
I find myself wrapped
around the hub of dreams
and a melody of
twinkling stars o’er blue
lulling winds surges
then ebbs at a window where
through crinkling
curtains a light pierces
softly sprawling itself in
falling shades on a
frosted ache smearing
things once seemed forever,
fashioned so love crazy
for my dear. Then, the
moon peers silver o’er her
gaze and she finds me
sojourning amid ancient
thoughts watching youth go
cuddling to the sound of
a brook lapping like a
tired old clock marking
our time to sleep

©2011 j.a.o.a.

You undo—

You undo—

Your hair does like
the ocean undoes itself.
Its calm undulates
unhurriedly then
dives into deep
ringlets of
black mystery o’er
your milk-white breasts
spume expanding
each breath relaxing
in and out nipple-hard.
Summer afire by my kiss

©2011 j.a.o.a.

Pin-up—

Pin-up—
In your gazing
Bathe gems
A drizzle of
Stars’ float
O’er night’s sea
And amid these
Hours of darkness,
Such is your
Beauty, sitting
Bored owning
Unrivaled
Exquisitely
Covetous allure
Tempting dusk
Sparkling twilight

©2011 j.a.o.a.

They would meet at night and—

They would meet at night and—

Only the glimmer of
the distant moon illumined
their doings for
no one but they stirred
about at that hour of
delicacies served and tasty
glistened from tongues
stropping insatiable urges.

They liked the sound of
her petticoat ruffling exigency
and unconstraint obviated
the requirement exacting wild
fantasy manifesting
rhythmic movements of fleshly
hydraulics carrying out
the ritual thrusts reciprocating
to and fro of their prodding craze.

And at the witching hour
her gaze was made a violent glaze
as she took each of
her lovers deep within the
cooing of her and the dimension
As their gasping turned
propulsion aghast when each one
slithered to a wanton wan,
exploding whimper clasping the
spasmodic seize of
her flexing release.

©2011 j.a.o.a.

I know of you—

I know of you—
Touching Eden’s splay
Corolla born showy hues
Shudder of my words
©2011 j.a.o.a.

A friend of mine—

A friend of mine—
Shared a snapshot of
His Recently departed
German Shepherd
And I fastened
To the glossed-edged
Pictured canine.
His eyes gleamed
Life-full,
Open mouth panting
A happy time and
My mind committed the
Image to memory,
Captured the
Magnificence of this
Creature to heart,
And later as I drifted off
In a doze,
I saw the iridescence
Of his eyes
Burn like a roaring wind
afire… intrigue in
Its gaze,
mysterious noir,
Subdued and yet free for
In my trance I came to
Know his haunts and
His un-tethered roams
Spread wide devoid of
Everything ephemeral and
I realized his great forever,
Always pure and
Wonderful, arching in the
Flash through
Hours of darkness,
Fetching the moon then
Twinkling each star
With the gentlest touch of
His paws, reveling
In supernal delight as
I whimpered softly my dream


©2011 j.a.o.a.

when you were made—

when you were made—

mounts awakened
valleys, streets and
alleys doused
in sunlight,
chatty brooks sallied
tinseling murmurs
giving passage to this
loveliest season,
and poetry showed me
how you truly are
my maddening reason

©2011 j.a.o.a.

Muse at my evening-

In the quiet of this hour—

I ran into her

I ran into her
—
At the most importune
Time and the weirdest
Thing is that I didn't
Recognize her, so I asked
Myself seeing her
At a glance, who is
She that inspires these rare,
Undeniable
Feelings; her annals are
Not recorded in the files
Of my past; there is
No mental document that
Can be used to decrypt
Her identity, and
Thoughts of her flew by
Like a wayward bird
Lost in the convolutions of
When I'd known someone
No longer in the here and now
But only in the empty,
Shell where everything once
An obsession is fossilized
And I ponder
In how many hearts
Will I be mere vestige of
A bygone affection,
Place where there is neither
Ache or angst but only
Transformation in continuum,
Night and day,
Dark and light,
Warmth and chill, all in
A bottomless funneling fusion
©2010 j.a.o.a.

Wilderness of maw-

Looks--

The moon turns

Tango, Rio De Plata—

Tango Rio De Plata—

Dusk and light converge
As one, at each beat
rhythmically enjoin

exhalation
and inhalation in a
lead and follow,

take and have,
share and enjoy
spread textures meeting

life as wombs touch
each other travel
the way of valley mouths

and each sun strains
to bring itself open,
unconstrained

abandoned of twisted
norms and reserved hypocrisy.
Such is the beginning:

Sinuous-smooth raw
fluid down the “Rio de plata”
Gliding along in open embrace

Then coming together
In close consent: titillating
Chest-to-chest

Welcoming confluence of
Breast, thigh, and
Eloquent language of

the hip-To-hip grind
when the "milonguero" fuses flesh
In the flowing unison

Small, stiletto heeled
steps amid a syncopated
brushing night’s floor-canvas

an array of caresses
sweltering bold and gentle, soft
as love and raw as

passion means to be

©2011 j.a.o.a.