Your red coral blanket
Beads into strings
Pulling for the dance
Will the swirl of our DNA crash only,
Into sweet nothings ?

While these superimposable symbols
Consume my ever so present consciousness,
Your vestments cover me like the clouds
Keeping me from all that scorches
Near the streams of the jungle
As we play in the light

Artist: Jeyamohan


Illuminated Moon Shadow

Cozing in, by the trees. ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† Come on, it’s just around the Bend.
Kiss me in your moon shadow,
By the silver beach.

I wish my needs could vanish,
Into those crashing waves.
But they remain,
Arched toward your musing Hands.

Wisdom tells to stay moons Apart.
Keep to the you and you
And the I and I;
To avoid the cost of a broken Heart.
The veil is there to always help,
But I often anticipate the other Side.
For glory is never something to Hide.

So we are like glass
That breaks apart.
But glass can be fused.
A flame will do.
Your moon shadow I choose.

Jay Poem 7.

Mie Scattering 

As a child I shoplifted

My mouth was iron

A mind golden in levity

Yes, lying was the game

But never about my name

We both had German last names

Yours was quaint

Mine borrowed

For Dad’s Dad was lost to fate

I was proud of the Ski and everything else that made me

You told me my first meant princess                                                       I told you it meant pleasant, and once a Japanese boy told me I was  wondrous and most beautiful

You smiled and knitted your brow

I tickled the guitar strings, as you grabbed my hand

You said I was ivory to your eyes and cherry blossoms to your lips

I giggled, as I assumed you were competing and told you I was lying about the boy

But never about my name

You still kissed my mouth

The pressure was airy

Poem and Image on Ceramic Sculpture: Naomi Ruth Saharski W.

The Voyeur Poem 2.

Vamp Vera

Care, I don’t?
Oh, Vera…Vera…
How to adore you?
This tease is intangible.
You tell and I obey.
From miles away,
Shot and lit on a screen of lust; that is beguiling and fleeting.

Owe and Own…What is the difference now?
Vera, you have parted the turbulent waves, in my exhausted mind; that wrestles in dismay.

Your voice, a siren, a wavelength to vamp on my heart.
Will you colour up your words in tones of lacy blue or vivid velvety red?
from what I gave.
Oh, how I misbehaved.
Vera…Vera a mantra you have become.



Poem by: Naomi Ruth Saharski W.                                    Art by: James Nares and Mark Rothko


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