Sandalwood

sacred, sweet
a fleeting dream
pure heartwood
brushed my lips

center of time
Earthly beings
scent lingers on
numb fingertips

rare ritual
begin to fly
into chasms
of your deep

aromatic quality
one piece of life
the scent is
yours to keep

priceless smell
fever distilled
sandalwood lofts
into my soul

alpha-santalol
heartwood bleeds
fragrant oil
takes a toll

Felicia Lujan
8.20.2022

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

Strength

♡this

“I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits.”

•Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

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 their 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

Watch “Tony Hillerman Writers Conference 2014 – Felicia Lujan” on YouTube

Missing this conference…

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

Craziness

•◇•♡•◇•

crazy how
these reasons run
like fingers
through green hair

purple lush
drink every drop
and touch just
so right there

5.1.5.0 those
numbers be
painted right
across your lips

it’s craziness
to reach for the
sane, then end
up on my hips

purple lush
slurp every sip
and touch just
so right there

crazy how some
reasoning runs
like fingers
through green hair

•◇•♡•◇•

by Felicia Lujan
8.8.18

Completely Separate

•
contemplate
unique
standout
not one
of many
chicks
•
deliberate
rare and
tasty treat
needing
a salty
fix
•
saturate
hot
fries
lick love
but not
a taste
just yet
•
penetrate
each mind
like whoah
just
completely
separate
•
xXx
by Felicia Lujan
8.5.2018

Watch “The Civil Wars – Kingdom Come”

Some haunting, dusty boot music to settle rattling bones.

Amazing lyricists for sure…