My Star Trek (A Senryu)

headed for your star –
Soul is in the captain’s chair
as Heart navigates

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Stitches Can Be Removed & Other Sewing Tales

i had given up
sewing
traded my needles
and threads
for loneliness
and darkness
then you came along
i started falling for you
stitching every poem
with threads of feelings
growing inside
day and night
i toiled to keep up
with the heart’s spinning
churning out
the most beautiful pieces
but you weren’t fond
of the hues in the fabric
of my feelings
never wearing
what my heart
made with love
so, with the help of
regret’s shaking fingers
and sadness’ encouragement
i removed every stitch
and started over

*Been wanting to post this for a while but have not. I’ve moved on from a lot in my time in this world. After Reading Brandi’s, “Letting Stuff Go and Moving On“, I am inspired to share. Here’s to all of us who have had to remove the stitches from wounds, pick ourselves up and move on. Thank you, Queen B. 🙂

The End of An Ice Age

in late night
daydreams,
i’ve tossed-turned-tasted the
glistening hues
of your soul’s essence,
in the lust-laden sweat forming
on your naked, exotic body;
followed the sensual stream,
with my eager, starving tongue,
through the drenched, humid valley carved
between your perfectly shaped breasts;
found myself thirst-quenched
around the brimming well of your navel;
and fumbled
with focused fingers
onto the promised paradise
to be drowned
in the nectar
of your damp oasis
ending another ice age

Abscission

during the poet’s
Autumnal Equinox
thoughts
like leaves
are told “it’s time
to let go”
and like the tree
the mind severs and
encourages each one
away from the branches
that gave them birth
sending them on a new path
to become inspiration
for new growth

*For the Daily Post prompt, leaf