You are magic
making me feel like Autumn
Your words so cool and tragic
as you recite them slowly to me
strong you are....embellishes words into stars
Ow.....you are magic
i really hope you know you are
tribute to You
Swollen
i am full inside
i try and hide
but the mist
it seeps through
alarming you
greedy already
you are
i know you have arisen
i can hear the change in your voice
our breaths have already joined
in union
our airs have already collided
i close my eyes
trying to clear my mind
but your airs travels already
twisting the curls on the back of my neck
lifting my pearl from beneath the sweat
yes i am perspiring
you know this already
you edge~ing toward me
pulstating
i feel as if i am going to burst
i never needed love so much
you can see the desire in my face
you won't look away
knowing i need you to look away
i feel the blood rushing to my face
i need you to look away
moving to turn my inside burn
and i am caught in suspension
you have answered my call
my plead
so far gone inside of me
that i don't remember
the shedding of clothes
i don't care who all now knows
i didn't think of the consequences to be
i only know you have answered my need
so full you are inside of me
opening all my possibilities
and i needed you so much
i quever from your touch
i am swollen
for all eternity
you traveling further inside of me
that i shout out and breathe
Ow......i love your poetry
you say you love the colors in me
making you think of down-home
cooking
i want to smile but i'm captured in your style
making me unable....child
i am counting the light
i am blinded
drowing
how
sweet
the
death
of
you
surrounding
your every word
(yes talk dirty to me)
each and every hit
splitting
parting
lips
(yes talk dirty to me)
i feel your wings
our bodies glistening
i can do nuthin'
but read
the verses your sighs been offering
and i think
God how i love your poetry
This is just FANTASTIC, Mitzi, and I sooooo connect with this. I am just thinking along exactly the same lines today, but will never be able to do justice to these thoughts that so mirror my own here. So many great images here: "Swollen I am full inside" - great beginning! "lifting my pearl from beneath the sweat"; "so far gone inside of me me that I don't remember the shedding of clothes": YES! YES! And I LOVE YOUR POETRY!! This has all the power and energy of "birthing" for me - ecstatic!! Straight into the library with this one.... TY Kate xx
I'm having trouble...breathing...this is vivid and creative and incredibly sensuous. I think that I will hang around for a bit and read your other poems...
Passionately entrhralling verses, Mitzi. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi Benyehu (Reader)
Reviewed on September 28, 2004
A celestial forum formed by symbolists, surrealists, impressionists and realists would call Erato and tell her: “Your representative on Earth, Poet Mitzi Kay Jackson has delivered another ‘poetic child,’ which is making people think while they feel amazed with her gifts."
This poem, "Did I say I love your poetry?" I read, and I have learned the magic and felt the scent of a poetic Flower.
Long Healthy and Creative Life may be Yours, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 28, 2004
Tellin' it like it is. A fantastic complimentary poem about raw sex that is a full-tilt-boogie-get-down. Whew!
The passion of the word laid so clear in thought and image, a written tribute followed by consumption, perfection, no limits, words spoken as felt, no barriers, no hesitation, riding a high, from start to finish, excellent write.. Walt
lol
just kidding.....hands off!!!
this is so hot, so erotic.......so intimate, so public........so searing.......I just love it.......saving it!!! ty for the trip! lol
pax A
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on September 27, 2004
What is it about those masculine poets??? Love the intensity of this passionate write, Mitzi.
Pecked to Death offers a refreshing perspective on managing the chaos of everyday life, encouraging you to take control and prioritize what truly matters.
Yes, I love that poem.
Liquid learning......just divine.
ty, Dani
:o)
Tyrone
This poem, "Did I say I love your poetry?" I read, and I have learned the magic and felt the scent of a poetic Flower.
Long Healthy and Creative Life may be Yours, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
...*standing and clapping*
jeanne
with bare naked beauty of verse!
There's poetry in your blood!
Mitzi, fascinating write as always- a great, rich cocktail of desire and many other emotions masterly recorded and penned. A pleasure to tread. Franz
Superb write - stimulating and profound ... excellent!
Robert
It Matters Not Who Talks Dirty To You As Long As You Don't Get (Filthy) Dirty... Credit For write!
TRASK
MZ Mitzi!!!!!!
Love Tinka
this one is GORGEOUS! and yes, i love your poetry!!!!!!!!!!!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
pray for me--having a rough day--
still absurbing it
great write Mitzi
erotica at it's best
William...Peace & love
A flame burning here brightly...lol
Peter
lol
just kidding.....hands off!!!
this is so hot, so erotic.......so intimate, so public........so searing.......I just love it.......saving it!!! ty for the trip! lol
pax A
Very well done!
Lisa
Powerful, powerful poem, Mitzi.
Amy
Reindeer