Bobbi Baker
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 I am a previously unpublished writer other than on my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.
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101
In
a room stripped clean of furnishings
And
the two of us stripped clean
Of
clothes and caution
Pour
cool drinks and mix in good music
Then
like Gerbils in a wheel
Let
us power the world
With
the lemon sharp electricity
Crackling
in the heavy air -
Sparking
between us like
Fireflies
in flight.
A single
kiss and I’ll fall into you
My
head dizzy with desire
In
this solitary room built for two
Blood
surges through our veins,
Throbbing
in a shared rhythm.
Your
eyes that paralyze
Set
my heavenly body in motion.
In
an instant, like the flip of a switch
The
hunger ignites us
And
then reunites us
Once
again in its fiery dance.
A searching
glance recalls this memory
Of
your lingering touch not yet felt,
So
lightly landed, with shivers afire
Exploding
and exploring the raw voltage of our dance.
And,
we have danced this volcanic tango
Many
times before, haven’t we, love?
Yet
time after time, all is newly familiar.
Cool
air on our skin and the sweat of
Cool
cocktails on our palms
Cooling
our fingers and cooling our tongues
Cool
music floating through the air,
Adding
melodic punctuation to our freefall ballet.
In
this world with electricity enough
For
the many worlds beyond us
There
are no glaciers near or large enough
To
quench or quell the intensity of this inferno.
Face
it my pet, there is just simply no way
To
cool the heat
That
lives in this world
Between
us. |
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Cowboy
Moon
I pray
nightly to the Moon God -
That
one-eyed deity in the sky.
Tonight
he is slung low on the hips
Moving
in a suggestive swagger.
Seduction
personified,
And
pregnant with promise,
Backing
away slowly while
Sending
those eye beams
In
a steady gaze to me alone.
Who
could resist such a sight?
A
perfect body in slowest motion.
Damn,
I would like to polish
That
majestic orb against my hot skin
Then
quickly pop his full icy roundness
Into
my thirsty mouth
Before
he melts completely away.
Ripe Olives
Feeling
the smooth green skin of an olive,
Resting
gingerly on my tongue
Like
my lover’s smoothest hairless skin,
I
like to suck the slimy pimento out first
With
tiny separate nibbles, carefully
Protecting
the olive’s tender flesh from anxious incisors.
The
pimento soon melts into smooth sweet juices,
Is
swallowed and safely gone.
I
explore the rim of the olive’s core
With
the tip of my tongue and then
Suck
again - harder this time
Until
the whole thing collapses
Into
a briny festival of flavors
Poetry Copyright ©
2004 Bobbi Baker. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or post.
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