azuki lynn

Woman

woman, let me touch you
woman, let me kiss you
woman, let me taste you
woman, let me feel you
woman, let me make you
woman, let me worship you

i will never break you

woman, let me heal you
woman, let me sing to you
woman, let me hold you

touch me with
your lovely eyes…

i see you
i see into you

woman, let me move you
woman, let me comfort you
woman, let me fall for you
woman, i adore you

Azuki Lynn

Shell

I am a lonely
seashell in the sand

Once held within your
lovely hand

You dropped
me into the salty sea

Where I now wait
endlessly

Waves, like clockwork fill me
……empty me

I am waiting for you to find me
Dig fingers deep and
Wrest me free

I am waiting for you to
………keep me

Azuki Lynn

Walking Song

I am weak and weary
Take me to the clearing
Where the sun doth shine
And the gentle wind blows

I am filled with sorrow
Won’t you let me borrow
A sip of your heart
A sliver of your soul

Come, take my hand now
Let us walk together
Through shady woods
Where the pine trees sigh

Onward to the clearing
Where the gentle wind blows

Onward to the clearing
Where the sun doth shine

Azuki Lynn

Sky Divers

Dream-swimming
In the ether
Nimble fingers
Part moonlight into rays
Webbed feet
Kick hard ahead
Leaving trails of stardust
In their wake
We never surface
Our silver-skinned bodies
Have no need of breath
We drink poetry like wine
Time was always an illusion
We are infinite
We are joyful
We are
We

Azuki Lynn

A Sweet Invitation

Originally posted April 24, 2013

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Tickle me with with your honey legs,
said the flower to the bee,
Drink my nectar down to its dregs,
until I swoon with love for thee.

Clothe thyself with my essence,
spread my pollen far and wide,
My kindred will know your presence,
saying: Come inside, come inside!

So tickle their fancies, every one,
then fly back home to me,
I’ll kiss thy feet, beneath the sun,
before I set you free.

Azuki Lynn

Drive Safely

Let me ride your hip
Before you have to go
Let me grind myself
Against your thigh
Make you more than sigh
Come here and let me
Grab your sides
Pull you close
Nuzzle your neck
Let me see your eyes
I will make you laugh
Before you go
I will make you smile
I want to leave my mark
Before you go
Before you drive to work
On the rain-wet roads

Azuki Lynn

Marching On

March strides in wearing green galoshes and an old, gray sweater.

He asks me if I am ready for Spring, and I want to tell him yes, yet it still feels like Winter deep inside my heart.

So I tell him I’m not ready, for much of anything really…

Have these things ever mattered to Seasons or to Time?

He doesn’t say another word, but tightens his sweater around himself and ventures back into the cold.

Azuki Lynn

Yesterday

I stood in the cold
And thought to myself
There is no poetry left in me

Then I saw her —
Our red shouldered hawk
Struggling to get a large stick
Up to where she’s nesting
I saw how she puzzled it out
How she made three trips
Stopping on branches
Along the way
Until she reached her goal

Funny how perception
Can shift on a dime

Imagine me there now
Beneath those moss laden pines
Smiling upwards

My heart
My blood
My very bones
Filled chock full with poetry

Azuki Lynn

Between Dreams

I wake up in the cool, cool
dark and reach for her

Her light, her spark

I find, and guide, her
warm, warm hand

To touch me, make
me live again

Until I die a sweet,
sweet death…

She steals and gives
me back my breath

Azuki Lynn

Be With Me

dive / delve into me
my lazy river
my parted knees

swim / sink / drown in me
my restless ocean
my birds
my bees

rise / rush over me
your waterfall
your summer breeze

fall / float inside my dreams
i want to feel you
come with me

Azuki Lynn

Warp & Weft

there is a weaving
in the eye of my beholder
an infinity of softness
a plentitude of blue

oh, how she caresses me
this worded, winged thing

with her binding
threads of madness

her deft
fingers ply me
i am her earthly loom

she is my devil
she is my angel

my divine
and wicked muse

Azuki Lynn

Consider it a Gift

Poe the Crow is greedy
for anything that shines
He hides his little treasures
in the trunk of an ancient pine

It was sometime in September
that he stole my watch from me
And I swear I can hear it ticking
from its place inside that tree

I wonder what Poe would do
if I raided his treasure trove
But I just don’t have it in me
to desecrate his one true love

So I leave his stash unsullied
in the trunk of the ancient pine
Consider it a gift, dear Poe
to your heart, from mine

Azuki Lynn

I Love You

for the way you wrote letters on my back with your finger while we were gathered around the Christmas tree with my family last night

for putting fuzzy socks on my feet when I said I was cold, and for taking them off later, because I never liked sleeping with socks on

for the stories you tell me using only your eyes

for your strong arms

for your smiling face

for every breath of life you take

for those three little words you say to me each day…

I love you

Azuki Lynn

Heaven, Hell, or Limbo?

The floors
are never clean here

They are littered
with
feathers

They are splattered
with
hot wax

And the walls drip
with
honey-wine

And the ceilings
are all black

And each bed is a rose
And each bed is a thorn
Each candle a desire

Is this where
souls are born?

Azuki Lynn