Crossed Paths

Crossed paths in a new group with a…

Past Poet Laureate of Santa Fe

… I told her the day I met her that I believe in signs. I had set a future goal, rightly aligned, not long before I met her.

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comb your mind

tidying up
the fantasy
his hands
know well
her hips

he combs
his mind slow
step by step
as her sweetest
honey drips

smoothing out
the fantasy
his mouth
has savored
flesh

he combs
his mind slow
inch by inch
as this scene
he will refresh

by Felicia Lujan
5.14.2019

untangle oceans

the strand
salted and
tangled up
floats lightly
on thier sea

his lips
they trace her
mermaid spine
on the waves
of he and she

magical
riptide of souls
his fingers
probing her
for cures

moments
she keeps
so sparkly blue
intricate
his lures

there’s nothing
more and nothing
less than his
need to touch
her skin

untangle oceans
swimming deep
to see
just where
they spin

by Felicia Lujan
May 13, 2019

Crux

…..
breathe slow
each breath
take in
the crux
with
captivating
need

aiming for
cores
pull fast
hard bow
and gift
seductive
seed

breathe slow
each breath
just taste
the crux
to satiate
your need

by Felicia Lujan
5.11.2019

Ode to Sky♡

Let your hues
fall over me and
saturate my skin

Sipping the stars
before sunrise,
must surely be
a sin

Let your light
take all my breath
and silence
everything

Tasting your rain,
in deep twilight,
to make the
moonlight sing

Oh my Sky…
you move me so,
offer mysteries
and love

Send off my soul,
like heavenly,
straight to the
clouds above

by Felicia Lujan
March 15, 2019

Devour

taking breath
consuming flesh
eater of
beating things

darkend beast
be ravaged by
needless scent
of intoxicating
dreams

ever still
devour me
whole
wrapped in
sweet memory

your lips
do kill
like venomous
webbed in
sexy threads
of we

by Felicia Lujan
10.17.18

Rubble

ashes
debris
it’s what remains
on the residue
of time

ruins
wreckage
remnants of life
just dust
of yours and mine

residual
it’s what is left
like
uneaten
hungry words

fade to grey
in metal hearts
where each
beat is slightly
blurred

pieces left
and tatters right
strewn across
each thought
of we

if you look
for me
it’s what remains
in the
rubble of memory

by Felicia Lujan
9.25.2018