rose + rain

rain
scent of roses

a rose will confess on anyone
her silky tongue slips in
whispers you
seduces in small tufts of truth

soft...

rain
steams the rose
her petals
become supple slaves of desire

me

raining on electra

the sky blinks a bleak eye
daring me
to find a vision outside my own poems...

electra's breath is a torch of need
i try to fulfill and walk through,

but the timing  is off

i want to crush the need
instead i make music with fingers blazing
over this nebulous shape

{the addicted becoming addictive~
when the slave becomes the master
when we are a metaphor, understood
and slept in}

how can one lover make me weak
and strong at once?

*

whirl

mia's bed

lazing in their unmade bed
she basks in the hot grief

of  emotional desire her lover
is building on her body,

slow, like a starless night in july

lips...  tongue... breath ... voice
tools of mourning and healing

deftly extinguishes pain,
gives pleasure

causing mia's love to raise up...quickly

then slow...
and now slower

quietly coming down, like the
sun after a long humid day,

trembling
full of hazy light

each cell in mia's being shifts to the left,
now under a new law.

secrets that bind

the mind is the body...

lame attempts to unravel terse bindings
prove to be useless
her desire will not cooperate with her need,

for adorned in a burgundy mask
her lover's secrets become more beautiful.


paige nicole

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earth angel

her love flows like sand
found in the winds of your mind

across tree tops, her love continues to grow
the soothing tone of her voice heals your wounds

places all hurts in a jar, thrown into the ocean
of forgotten ills.

she will never wear a disguise, her truth is her honor
her love flows forth in female waves ~ like a

a bright, dancing star lighting the heart.


 paige-nicole

spring 2013

whirl