Details |
Mike Schminski Poem
The dry sand blends with her flesh
as I sink into that coffee cream fresh valley
that peeks beyond the safe beats of a bellybutton
tapping against the winds of me
Rain runs against the porcelain bottom
as she releases hidden sounds from her aching soul
that resist me through distance but shall fail
to the desire of our entwined chance in time
Copyright © Mike Schminski | Year Posted 2006
|
Details |
Mike Schminski Poem
Cuddle me this
Dipped in a painted bliss
drip
drip
drop
She wets my lips
sip
sip
sop
I fail to wake up
The snokeflake melts
Copyright © Mike Schminski | Year Posted 2006
|
Details |
Mike Schminski Poem
Dipped and oh so lovely
She licks some ever so needed
Sense into my illogical heart
Blown touches that do travel
Through the wires of sound
Without a clear mind
Or a definitive time
Trust grows inside the thought
And catches the roots of a soul
Then without vision or contact
A relationship does so grow
Copyright © Mike Schminski | Year Posted 2006
|
Details |
Mike Schminski Poem
The country calls in waves of whispers
to the golden greens beneath your feet
As you dance a swirl to the sounds of birds
that grab your ears as they sing
Copyright © Mike Schminski | Year Posted 2006
|
Details |
Mike Schminski Poem
Pulling parts against the will
lust leads on so damn still
I borrowed her heart and pain
She quietly left a soul stain
Breathing out the inside track
A love filled man-o-sack
Portions play into her skin
I long to be her only sin
Bursting stars fall beneath her dress
Silk and lace argue and then confess
A dream pours tears upon her bareness
While I lust deep within her weirdness
Copyright © Mike Schminski | Year Posted 2006
|
Details |
Mike Schminski Poem
Pulled into the winter blend sheets
Bare spots covered by your breath
Entwined skin, fingers and toes
Eager to be pleased by us both
Embedded clusters of wrinkled linen
Linger upon dripping wet thoughts
Distant morning-soft-tongued-talks
Are ever so gentle on our mind
Copyright © Mike Schminski | Year Posted 2006
|
Details |
Mike Schminski Poem
She adores my laugh
and fears my history
But finds herself in the pieces
of a mirror that hangs above an empty bed
Empty of heart
Empty of desire
Empty of that void that hides what a soulmate can only see
without vision
without touch
without light
without her
Explain the taste that lingers upon my ears
and drips me wet upon a dry heart
with hope
with passion
with trust
with adoration
She adores my laugh
She adores my words
She adores my pain
She adores me
a me that needs her
a me that does love her
a me that is learning to like me
because of her
because of her heart
because of her desire
because of her laugh
I slip into a pallet of paint
that contains her
that envies no rainbow
that never washes clean or away
that is of a rare brilliance
She heals my damaged soul
and fades my hidden scars
beneath the glass gates
beneath the nervous smiles
beneath the unwilling goodbye
beneath the pain
My Madison does exist
Copyright © Mike Schminski | Year Posted 2006
|
Details |
Mike Schminski Poem
Kiss me blind
beaneath the paint chips
fall from your lips
Paste me upon
the moments that breathe
between your breasts
Fold me underneath
your purple clothes
that drip within my thoughts
Send me more
of your fruitless punch
that drinks me drunk
Copyright © Mike Schminski | Year Posted 2006
|