says: "At the beginning of the year, as I waited for my divorce to become
final, and I was incidently on a diet (aren't we always on a diet?), I
found that food and sex had become constant themes in my poetry and other
writings, as well. I am a previously unpublished writer other than on my
personal website but have been writing since my teens. After putting
my poetry on my personal site, I have received very favorable reactions
from strangers and friends, and I am now beginning the process of publication
for a wider audience.
Bobbi Baker online.
Illustration by Claudio
Parentela Visit his gallery
a room stripped clean of furnishings
the two of us stripped clean
clothes and caution
cool drinks and mix in good music
like Gerbils in a wheel
us power the world
the lemon sharp electricity
in the heavy air -
between us like
kiss and Iíll fall into you
head dizzy with desire
this solitary room built for two
surges through our veins,
in a shared rhythm.
eyes that paralyze
my heavenly body in motion.
an instant, like the flip of a switch
hunger ignites us
then reunites us
again in its fiery dance.
glance recalls this memory
your lingering touch not yet felt,
lightly landed, with shivers afire
and exploring the raw voltage of our dance.
we have danced this volcanic tango
times before, havenít we, love?
time after time, all is newly familiar.
air on our skin and the sweat of
cocktails on our palms
our fingers and cooling our tongues
music floating through the air,
melodic punctuation to our freefall ballet.
this world with electricity enough
the many worlds beyond us
are no glaciers near or large enough
quench or quell the intensity of this inferno.
it my pet, there is just simply no way
cool the heat
lives in this world
nightly to the Moon God -
one-eyed deity in the sky.
he is slung low on the hips
in a suggestive swagger.
pregnant with promise,
away slowly while
those eye beams
a steady gaze to me alone.
could resist such a sight?
perfect body in slowest motion.
I would like to polish
majestic orb against my hot skin
quickly pop his full icy roundness
my thirsty mouth
he melts completely away.
the smooth green skin of an olive,
gingerly on my tongue
my loverís smoothest hairless skin,
like to suck the slimy pimento out first
tiny separate nibbles, carefully
the oliveís tender flesh from anxious incisors.
pimento soon melts into smooth sweet juices,
swallowed and safely gone.
explore the rim of the oliveís core
the tip of my tongue and then
again - harder this time
the whole thing collapses
a briny festival of flavors
Poetry Copyright ©
2004 Bobbi Baker. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or post.
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