The Hope

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shine bright like a diamond

My heart is a diamond,
the hardest known natural material,
enduring and sparkling
with enigmatic beauty.

Cut only by other diamonds,
my heart is cut
by the vicious action of yours
into the latticed crystal of my being,
the pressure and sharpness
of your dark love language
that shatters
me apart.

Even diamonds have a cleavage point.

Hope may appear magnificent
in its grand facade
but beneath that there is a blueness
that permeates its structure.
A red glow
that lingers in a dark room,
revealing its underlying curse.

I am tired
of the pressure
that formed me;
of being mined
for my resources;
of all the blood
that has been spilt.

I just want
to shine.

Roots and Sky

 

 

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You are the drum,

deep, resonant, grounding.

 

You anchor me

into the beat

with your resounding presence.

 

I can sing

into the world

my heart’s melody

when your careful rhythms

envelop me.

 

When you root me

the way

you do,

my love,

I am free to reach

for the sky.

Come to Me

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I do not like to get pricked
by thorns,
only eat sweet fruit.

So unwind this sharp barbed wire
of deprivation
from my heart.

Liberate me
with the awesome force
of your endless desire.

Come to me;
let me savor
that delicious nectar
again.

Eroticapoetica Flagged By WordPress

Dear friends, I just discovered that my lil labor of love, eroticapoetica, has been flagged by wordpress as “Mature” or “NSFW.”  What this means is that although my posts still get published, and still appear in the WordPress Reader of my followers, they are not appearing in the general Reader where one can view topics by tags.  That means that new readers would be hard pressed to find my posts.  From now on, I will be posting all of my posts here on http://www.eroticapoetica.wordpress.com as well as my other blog http://www.innerworldofpuanani.wordpress.com

I invite you all to follow me at http://www.innerworldofpuanani.wordpress.com if you haven’t already.

Now this news certainly makes me pout.  I find it kind of strange that this happened.  Though my blog is “mature” and contains sexual content, I never post full nudity or pornographic images.  I try to keep my pictures tasteful and subtle and I consider my content to be wholesome and holistic in its portrayal of the sensual aspects of life.  Certainly there are blogs that are far more explicit or vulgar in their content that are still appearing in the topics on WordPress Reader.  So why was mine flagged? Who knows, the mysteries of life…

Letting Go

Not sure if this posted properly

erotica poetica

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My heart was quaking with fear
until you took my hand,
clandestinely beneath the sheets.

I realized
you were not actually trying
to hurt me.

I released
the breath
I was holding.

I let go.

Memories of being loved washed over me,
a soft wave of
comforting impressions.
And this moment blended in,
adding its vibrant colors
to the worn tapestry,
flecked with gold
and the warmth of your touch.

I relaxed into the night,
into the dreamtime journey
unfolding within
the ark of your bed
while you silently chanted your prayers
in an ancient sacred language.

In the dark,
you cradled my backside
within the cup of your palm,
painted roses
upon my skin
in slow circles
with the trace of your fingers.

You loosed the breaths
from my lips,
throaty and full.

I moaned
and cried
as my inner self
parted
and cracked open,
releasing The Unbearable Lightness…

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Letting Go

 

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My heart was quaking with fear
until you took my hand,
clandestinely beneath the sheets.

 

I realized
you were not actually trying
to hurt me.

 

I released
the breath
I was holding.

 

I let go.

 

Memories of being loved washed over me,
a soft wave of
comforting impressions.
And this moment blended in,
adding its vibrant colors
to the worn tapestry,
flecked with gold
and the warmth of your touch.

 

I relaxed into the night,
into the dreamtime journey
unfolding within
the ark of your bed
while you silently chanted your prayers
in an ancient sacred language.

 

In the dark,
you cradled my backside
within the cup of your palm,
painted roses
upon my skin
in slow circles
with the trace of your fingers.

 

You loosed the breaths
from my lips,
throaty and full.

 

I moaned
and cried
as my inner self
parted
and cracked open,
releasing The Unbearable Lightness of Being,
easing the weight
of my soul’s
dark burdens.

 

I let go.

 

That night
I felt strangely
like I could
trust you.

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Name of Love

In a moment of unguarded pleasure,

your name slips

from the lips

of my heart,

like an old language.

I cradle it

to my bosom,

cherishing the diminutive;

and all the love

that is stored

within the compact archives of my form

arises to caress

the familiar syllables.

I have tried in my communications

and myriad poems

to elucidate

the effect

you have had on me.

Yet perhaps there will never be enough words

to describe

how deep

you have entered me.

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