How your star guides me
O’er pining made slight by your
Loving me so much
©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

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.

Birds do it-

On the twelfth-hour—

Days gone graying

Days gone graying

—

An old man’s notice
Trivial tinges without

Fixating on things
Yet new spring holds fast

Bright green foliage turns bright
Effervescing light

Aptly piercing spurts of
Hope for a better next time

Passing a tin cup,
Help me hand raises

Lost tears burned dry the eyes cry:
His name was love, once

On the stripped cot
Alas the last gasp….

All that claims his flesh leaves the
Dream that held his soul

©2011 j.a.o.a.

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.