The Voyeur Poem 4.

The Heaving Heron

He said, “wait now.”
He flew over me, a robbing heron,
The sticky feeling.
He said,”wait now, it will begin to lessen. ”
He asked, if I had the eyes to decipher his message.
Like a biologist scanning for gemma individuals; amongst the anxious crowd.
Wait now, it will begin to lessen.
The copulation grimace…the grubbler inside of me.
I fall facedown in ripples.
I feed the fishes.
I babble to the azurite moon…and wrestle with beta and gamma.
I wash his feathers, to nestle in bereavement.
I’ve been jilted,
I’m Miss Havisham.
He told me to wait now,
In the hedged maze for tomorrow.
He told me it will lessen.
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The Voyeur Poems 1.

JAB To The Heart

His mouth is like plush violets.       As I watch him go down on me,       Opal stardust falls on my face.         I plant my own sins in my ribs.           I am exhausted on this exodus of ecstasy.                                                        I am strung up on his eyelashes.

He is the oval window in my ear.     He is the whirlwind in my lungs.  He is the fiery filament,                     Burning my breast raw.

I am soaring on heady heights,            As our tongues are rapidly-rapid
Through the summer night.

Poem: Naomi Ruth Saharski W.                                         Photo: Pinterest

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