Miasma

The idea for this poem was originally drafted as a placeholder within WordPress in 2018, inspired by a SciShow episode. The episode was titled “5 Things Humans Got Really Wrong About Our Bodies.” That night, I drafted the idea to write a poem when I learned about Miasma theory. This is an aged medical theory about air… or “bad air” if you will. Also known as “night air,” Miasma theorists concluded breathing it could lead to the Black Death and other diseases. Tonight… I followed through on the idea and crafted a poem.

noxious fumes
of bad air drift
pushing past
the barrier

real love
floats
false friendship
sinks
into a ghost
of what you were

miasmal dream
a ghastly sight
straight poisonous
and untold

history was made
it’s there to keep
know the night air
will be cold

noxious fumes
of bad air drift
pushing past
the barrier

real love
floats
false friendship
sinks
into a ghost
of what you were

by Felicia Lujan
10.8.19

born of ash

swept by fire
rightly in womb
from cradle
to the grave

spin with heat
core buring hot
with every breath
to save

she’s born of ash
strengh from flame
rising Phoenix
fly for sky

clouds to Earth
and Earth to clouds
each flight has
made her wise

swept by fire
rightly in womb
built to kill
to the crave

spin with heat
core buring up
lit with every
breath to save

by Felicia Lujan
9.29.19

Iced Memz

I’ll take it stiff
just on the rocks
frozen solid
still on ice

pour me a glass
of shivery dreams
in a steam swept
artic paradise

frost-bound love
glacier of souls
drifting quickly
off to sea

iced memories bleed
droplets of snow
in the complexity
of we

by Felicia Lujan
9.16.2019

puzzling

fit just right
to break apart
tongues tied
with sultry
breath

fit my body
fit my mind
prefectly
right fast to
the death

touch each
piece not in
waking dreams
but right here
tainted flesh

fitting in
and
fitting out
just lovely
to enmesh

each curve
so sleek
contour unique
a mold around
your lips

marking our
lines a
puzzling map
down to aching
weighted hips

by Felicia Lujan
8.25.19

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.

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