spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
I don’t care if it’s been written before or if writing about love is cliche… here are the facts: I’m an earthy, passionate woman who is in love, and deeply so. I’m in love with the words and the earth and the sea and… Continue Reading “Cliche”
on a mild and drizzly afternooncurled up on the porch swingmy cheek resting upon my wristcreak-creak, creak-creakgently swayingrain pounding down the roofgrey clouds pregnant to burstingthunder boom, I smile it’s the aching memoriesthe timber of your voicecaressing me andhow I long for your bodypressed… Continue Reading “The Dreaming Rain”
Your velvet breath along my skin, Draws sighs from my lungsA deep ache blooms and burnsA crackling flame belowThis smile, a smirk of memoryYour voice, low, reminding meWickedness sublimeWant unfettered My neck, bare: hopefulThe heat of your lips, gentle, sucklingA trail of kisses, promisesEven… Continue Reading “Approaching Existence”
I’m consistently constantly swept away in feelingyour body crawling, moving across minelying on my back, arms above my headyour hand running up my soft skinall the way up up uplacing your fingers in mine in seeingyour dark and shining eyesreflecting the light of a… Continue Reading “All My Senses Are Filled”
Slip your arms around me Unzip all these clothes Caress my exposed throat Fondle my soft skin Sweep your tongue across my lips Wash me with your presence Graze your teeth upon me Stroke up my tender thighs Trace these luscious curves Taste my… Continue Reading “Honey Bee”
Your words are silk threads coursing along my skin. I shiver. I purr. I beckon you closer. Hold me. Kiss me. Move me. Your words are rain dropsflowing through my fingers.I shudder.I hum. Whispering, pull me in. Hold me.Kiss me.Know me. Your words are… Continue Reading “Words”
original artwork and the occasional rant
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
Writer and Artist
a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts
The Lies in the Skies Exposed
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