Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: poetry

  • Pilgrimage to the Motherland

    City Lights Books, San Francisco, CA – 2019 Standing in the presence of historyWitness all that has come beforeBewildered in amazementWhat a glorious sight! Speak to me, my wise old poets,Speak to me while I stand here where it all began,Feed me your recipesGathering in the Poetry RoomCircling around the Poet’s chairCozied up in the…

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  • Whisper In My Ear [with audio]

    Your words whisper in my ear. Your voice does things to me that haven’t been felt in years. My heart races,My insides quicken—I want to hear more. I listen when I’m alone to be safe from disturbance.I listen while at work in hopes that no one notices the reaction your whisper creates. I listen before…

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  • Tuesday Morning

    Between these luscious thighs, the back of a lover’s head is held firmly in place while riding undulating waves originating from his face. Without effort, much to my surprise the recalling of poetic words from another voicestill sends me to the highest point of ecstasy, wishing it was your body, your hands holding me closeBut…

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  • Greedy Disaster

    I pull in closer, place my hand upon his lips caress each other, breathing in exploring our hearts for more but a darkness seeps in and my thoughts turn His arms wrap ’round me tightly,a feeling I’ve craved, to be adored.Everything I’ve wanted is right here but the road ahead transports me back in time.…

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  • Psychosis

    Pieces of you unearthin places we’ve been, laughs we’ve shared,all that clinged us together. I crave to tell you‘I miss you’but it’s been awhilesince we last spoke. These are only words,but we’re kidding ourselvesand everyone else; I feel the truth. You once promised to use me like you knew me. I still ache for those…

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  • Midnight Ritual

    Eyes circle the ceiling,lapping rapidlylooking to reach an end.Faster than anyone can explain they hurdle over the present to the mounting what if’s from ‘what about this…’ to ‘what about that…’ over and over again. The pounding within increases preventing myself from breathing. The more it goes, the more I’m in too deep. There’s talk…

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  • Walking Down To The Lake

    The clock slowly ticks half past eight, with only a few beers consumed it’s not nearly enough to forget the night but enough for us to realize something here is not quite right. I gather my things, grab the leash for the dog and jet off for a walk down to the lake, breaking tension…

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  • Let Me Dream

    Let not this fantasy be shattered by reality. Let me stay in the bliss of passionate kisses, Where tenderness sends shivers down my neck. I’d rather not argue over the daily banality, Whose turn it is to mind the children While the other is out for the night. I’d rather stay in a trance of…

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  • Where Have All The People Gone?

    Another December, Another end of the road As I look around and wonder, Where have all the people gone? Tucked in tighter to their circle Under the guise of staying healthy, They bother not to dine out or congregate. O, where have all the people gone? In their pj’s working at home Two years on…

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  • Under the Covers

    The only place where I feel safe, under the warmth of covers next to my bare skin. He reaches out a hand to acknowledge my presence, for me to acknowledge his. I curl over harder, inching farther away to the edge. All to show that I am not okay, that I crave my own space.…

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