Here you have me—

Here you have me—
In a gaze of piquant
Blush, and
I kiss you with a
Crooked smile
Feeling your
Parceled sigh
Crease the night
Into a squint and the
Moon squeezes its
Light through
In coy luminescence,
Boastfully swirling a
Porcelain stare
And like a sea wind
Tosses about in a spume
Your eyes cast a look
My way and
I think to myself:
So seamless, the way
My love waxes you
©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

Visual Poetry: The rumor— by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

I write things evolved—

I write things evolved—

From wanderings of
My mind and it’s
As if my word-drawn
Feelings ink
Out the true me without
Pretenses, bare of
Modesties and proprieties,
I am dissected by
You like a
Disemboweled entity,
Autopsied alive,
Explored skillfully by
Your scalpel-sharp
Sleuthing and
I sit eviscerated to
Your innermost delight

©2011 j.a.o.a.

©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

short way around—

short way around—

trailing behind the
incredible
rattling hush of
savagely naked odor
i desire its pungency as
sensation
begins and i imagine
how nice it will be
to initiate you, make
myself
wanted by rousing
your luring helix come
from some wild
fields’ angry urge
voluntarily
baring spasmodically
your hood-hung sex-mouth
silk smooth laxly and
dreamy,
nicely pained twitch,
cramming its coppice

©2011 j.a.o.a.
©2011 Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga
photo on board: by Eric Marrian

On her thigh—

On her thigh—

Insidiously
She played with the gold ring band
Ensnaring my gaze

©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.

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.

Sinuous satisfaction—

Sinuous satisfaction—
Wide and outward light
Streaming through the winding night
Unfurling slither
© 2011 j.a.o.a.

Satisfacción sinuosa—
Amplia y
Hacia fuera,
La luz corre a
Través la noche
Serpenteante
Deslizando su delicia
© 2011 j.a.o.a.

Effusive end—

Effusive end—

From what pretense comes
Such self-conscious wandering
Preserved mementos

©2011 j.a.o.a.

Purview—

Purview—

Faraway and vast
I see the supernal burn
Of your precious gaze

©2011 j.a.o.a.

Amid smoky shadows—

Amid smoky shadows—

In the languid night
His kiss freshly moans within
Her lissome heartbeats

©2011 j.a.o.a.

Idle fancy—

Idle fancy—
And because it is that
I fall in love
By means of my eyes that
I search for a
Tinge of your presence,
The how and
Where of your essence,
The slopes and
Curves that rise and drop
Defining your
Disembodied draping
Imagined predilection, form
Obsession of my creation,
Idea that moves about
Me scenting the
Space about shapeless
Enthrallment of
My whole absorption and
Yet you are fulfilled

©2011 j.a.o.a.

On the bed yes—

On the bed yes—
But sleep not sweet muse
For there is much to do that
Involves vicious heat
©2011 j.a.o.a.

I would like—

I would like—
To write a letter
On a sheet so
White and clear
Freshly
Laid virgin sheer.
Form each word
With brusque strokes
From my
Fountain pen
Tell of things long
And sheen,
Things no one’s ever
Told before:
surreptitious letter
In endless
Sequence of phrases,
Letter of
Suicide eyes run-wild
Passion clung in
The dead of
Night flailing life
With its
Flayed skin
Shown gloriously raw,
Brave soul
Condemned for love
At the place
Where water laps
Sonorous and
River rock
Gleams smooth slick,
Where Aragonite
Crystals form a coral
Trellis bow
Of wind-chime doves
©2008 j.a.o.a.

Held-

On the twelfth-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-

Rose Noir—

Rose Noir—
Vapor dusking wine
Stay on her lips languidly,
Sweat of mordant thorns
©2011 j.a.o.a.