Author: poetryfest

San Francisco
Moody bride in white
Shows her menstruation
Like a golden gate
Black man giggle

Ask,
And I will tell you

How
I would rather
Breathe in
The scent of your body
Exhaling
From brow to toe
All of you.
Animating
Life in me.

Not
With emojis
Mimicking
Our emotions
In and out of sync with time zones

Ask,
And I will tell you
How I long to feel
A heartbeat.
A Voice.
A Footstep.
Presence belonging to you.

Isolation is a teasing terror
Beyond darkness.

Starlight surrounds a full moon
She reveals herself
In a spacious sky
To her companion.
Evening star is
Always by her side.

You
Beyond my hemisphere
Your sunset is
My sunrise.

The other side of midnight
Stretches endlessly into no other view.

Ask,
And I will tell you
To rise up
From bended knees

Stand
Beyond imagination
Where silence
Speaks louder
Than words

Rise up.
Everybody falls

Sometimes.

I lost my music box.

Golden laid with shimmied locks.

A gentle ratchet and silver comb.

Sweet pins oh please, call her home.

The bedplate frozen in the frost.

Hear the tune, my eyes have lost.

Wrapped in a scarf of red tassel and lace.

It was whispered away without any trace.

Summer seems to be over before it’s even begun.
Everyday I wonder, where oh where’s the Sun.
Where is the warmth and the sunlight, that helps the garden grow.
Bringing forth the harvest, from the seeds we sow.

Every season has its time, and time will have its way.
Nights are getting longer, shorter is the day.
But Winter brings its promise, of days still yet to come.
And a time for nurturing, when Spring has finally sprung.

A sea full of paper faces
breathing heavily to be heard

They crawl out of the darkness
to chase what was once assured

Hey there it goes they follow
an escape no substance just hollow

Since it’s time for their boosters
And finally the beasts status quo

Say places we’ll never do,
stories we’ll never share,
not even under the influence,
beds we won’t sleep in,
trash we will not go through,
whispers buried deep,
tender fear we might embrace.
And before long,
we’d better agree on words
we will not say.

I remember the wind was strong that day
I remember hoping
somehow
the wind would catch you
and blow you back to the ledge
and change your mind
like I couldn’t

Love is here;
Amid the tears;
A sorrow burning bright.
And as a lark;
Soaring in the dark;
A miracle of flight.
For when they say;
Love’s here to stay;
A glorious fruition.
I say those times;
A man of crimes;
Shall pay a grand tuition.
For it isn’t hate that binds us;
Just ourselves that will not change;
Wasting all our precious moments;
Beyond the heavens range.

I think I’m in love with someone
At least
not in the deeply, personal sense
It’s hard to explain
But it hits so hard in a way that I
don’t/can’t

breathe

Until It reaches out

It used to feel like a giant disapproval
from the day we first met
It was Carnal and obsolete
Yet It still wanted to thrive
Listening to that impulse,
begotten by our own threads

How can I lie?
Full of laughter
Heartfelt memories
Something that I miss because I got along
And quite reminisce
That this supernatural friendship that has followed-
Is actually fertile and
Hounds me as far as up until THIS.

Creeping in literal places
That don’t allow me to speak
For I see the energy
we both seem to be

It’s like we’re experiencing the animal, unnurtured
And quite tired
Giving ourselves the
Diatribe
That we’re not another’s diet

That we weren’t each others
diet

And that truth could lead to something else

Alone, faceted and unwound
Spiraled enough for one to hurt and make a mistake
Not a sound
But the time comes down
to now.

TRENDING in heartache that comes right back to you
Fiendish, undeserving
ridiculed and tormented right on CUE
Not because I need or DENY you
But it seems
this attachment needs to play through

That’s sought in the after hours of night
when the quiet makes you hungry
Maybe a little horny
Where the thought of you slips into dangerous territory

For it’s one I don’t smear
But fornicate in an appetite
I bequeath unto you
In private

In fact we are morsels, pieces to a puzzle
stuck as prisoners in a mindset
In a far off dream

Not letting go
But allowing our bodies to explore
The access and process
in which our bodies seem to TICK
Fluctuate
Hiding a degree
Led up by excitement
To know what IT IS

It seems so far away
In fact, just a dream
A little midnight lover
In order to release

By: Melissa A. Pastoriza

©2019 by Peter D. Bové

Deeds made in earnest lost
Float away hovering stay
Nothing truly goes away
Our yearning makes them stray
But only us not they
Sparkling light like day in night
In fright take flight
Grasp bonds of multidimensional sight
Brown sugar in a coffee cup
Every molecule knows all there is to know
Not time a factor to fathom
On the windowsill
When it rains it pours
Love to open doors
Wet with loves embrace
This morning her face
A tear
The sun
Through clouds
Race to soak a grief imagined
When all is hidden
In the cupboard of endless desires
Wants to light the fires of perpetual misdeeds
A stranger’s eyes
And the day begins