poetry session

Tread with Passion

Let my eyes say all the words that my mouth cannot
And let the stride of my walk
Be a verse to Mother Nature's tune
Along Autumn laid streets
With leaves crunching at my feet
Bringing the nostalgia of your being
Back to my sensory peripheries
Like a beloved scene of a childhood memory gone past me.
I tread slowly
Yet passionately
Inhaling the cologne laced crispness that I breathe in the air 
Letting it infuse into every inch, every cell
Every molecule that is apart of me
And even though Mother Earth has communicated that the world around me
Has entered into a dormant stage,
All the more reason my passionate approach is needed to engage,
To marry the present multistaged reality into an endless 
Springtime/summer-like feeling.
I refuse to reciprocate the mundane qualities in everyday things.
But rather choose to intensate and translate
These everyday things into its everyday majesty.
Like how my icy cold hands have suddenly become warmth in his grasp...
How a heavy gray cloud laden with rain does not dare to shed a tear
Until I'm safe in his surroundings...
How each taste mandates a reaction,
A sensation that becomes food to my soul...
You know...
The kind that foodies and connoisseurs partake in
When taking in a bite, a sip,
Rolling morsels in their mouths,
Upon their tongues they let it sit,
And sup and distinguish each and every single ingredient...
Eyebrows furrow in pleasure,
Lips purse in elation...
And exclaim in exhaltation a simplistic yet majestic 
Mmmmmmm...
That means everything in the world to the one that made it...
Repeated over and over and over again until the meal is finished
In this 259,200 seconds of a weekend...
Let this be my approach...
Let me be the first to tell you
That I tread with passion
And with each moment that passes
I promise
I will not take it for granted.

j.sanjuan

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Be.

Revel in my space

Settle into my pace as

I become somewhat elated

While embracing the journey of

Retracing how my footsteps

Have taken me to this place

Of appreciation

Of displacing the interspacings

Of our beings with

BE-ing face to face

Putting aside doubt for faith

Praising aloud God for your grace

Set ablaze inspiration

Create conversations to instigate

Unforgettable touch sensations

Authenticate relations

To medicate our senses

Releasing them from placated imaginations…

Amalgamate psychologies

Associate physiologies

Vacate former spaces of mentality

Formed by uncertainty and scorned sensibilities

From preceding lovers and outworn intimate affinities

Enter into my vicinity

And KNOW what home feels like

What warmth, sanctuary and love can BE like

Identify the space in which we both occupy

Is a reflection of each other: continual and sublime

Rather than individual and finite

Once revealed to you in hindsight

Unite minds with me

Light up skies with me for all to see

How we redefine the world in which we

Inspire to seek

Together

Who we

Choose to

BE.

-j.sanjuan

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The traction of my thoughts gains quickness in action.

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Dividing sides
With his fingertips 
Down my spine
Creating the most 
Divine meridian

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Warmth begets warmth
As fingertips meets hands
Affiliates arms
Associates chests
Consolidates beats
And reconnects beings

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Entering in
He presses unpause
Replaying the torturous
Lovesick cycles

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The night escapes me 
Teasing its fleeting comfort 
Without grasping onto
Its inspiration

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Uplift and subsist
To exist 
In my inner most
Intimate consciousness.

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Conversationalist tactics
Prove positive
And poetically persist
In my 
Sensualist movement.

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Fading into the grayscale
Until he returns 
With a vibrant 
Mnemonic need
For clemency

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Woo me with ways 
To make could-be's to should-be's
Wants to needs
Casual interludes to prolonged
Late night early mornings.

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Grazing signatures on backs with fingertips.

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Tears baptize and catalyze the healing process.

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We see ourselves in each other.

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Fingers possess dexterous dexterity in hopes to encompass me.

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Paint me the color
Of your most vivid dreams
Supply hues to imbue
A subconscious affair
Of being.

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Illicit explicit simplicity
In attempts to break down
My indeterministicy

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Dangerously sheltered in sacramental beatific bliss. 

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Silence surrounds - In comfort I lay

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When He Speaks

I.

Am.

Humbled.

When he speaks

I am moved

When he seeks the appropriate speech

To bequeath his vocabulary

Onto my soul

And spiritual physique

He…

Does.

Not.

Mumble.

Every word

Every syllable

Every verb

Every soliloqual

Lingual adjective

Native tongue

Melliloquent

And

Superlative rhetoric

He

Is the sum

Of all my poetics

It’s almost as if

He

Spoke

In

Tongues

And I am there to receive

The Holy Spirit

When

He

Speaks

I am forced

To challenge

All my beliefs

I no longer

Beseech

The need

For clarity

He excretes

Lyrical techniques

To the degree

That I am

Brought to

My knees

Begging

For this conversational piece

To never cease

He…

Articulates peace

More like truth

A decree of his existence

The triumph of his being

The struggle in his youth

He

Speaks…

To represent…

Not

To reprove

He

Speaks

Profusely

Never uncouth

Or Abstrusely

And I

Welcome it conducely

He…

Infuses and introduces

Altruism while loosely

Seducing my mind

He

Is

Proof

That chivalry is adduce

And elocution is alive

Revolution is certain

And that momentarily

He was mine

And

I only

Strive

To be as fervent and refined

I requisition

To be immersed and baptized

In his energy

And hindsight

When

He

Speaks…

I

Realize

That something in me

Has changed

And I will never

Be the same

Suffice to say

I

Pray

Next time...

That I

Gather all I am

My air

My breath

The motion of

My diaphragm

The alignment of my spine

Allow my voice

To resonate

Let my aura assimilate

Into his inspirational

State of mind

So that

When

He

Speaks…

I am granted

The courage

Just to say

Hi

-j.sanjuan

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Breathless. Ceaseless. Sleepless. Restless. Speechless. Weakness.

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Extinguish the undistinguished
Parts of your mind
Be inclined
To this linguist
Relinquish the refined
To coincide with mine.

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Fingers caress crevices in hopes for undressed coalesced cognizance.

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He strums my pages as if they were shards
From a broken heart.

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Create conversations to instigate unforgettable touch sensations.

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Euphoric mornings derived from late longful moanings. 

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Reflect and take necessary steps back
To move towards my advancement.

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Translate the language of my touch.

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Love remains steady and unbroken - Focus.

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Compelled to circumvent vexing complexity.

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Your vision appears inside heavy lids. 

By Invitation Only

When you get caught up in one thing, other things seem to get left by the wayside.
AND, it's been brought to my attention, (not once, but many times), that I completely forgot to post my final product for my best friend's wedding invites!  
For those who are new or weren't even aware - yes, I am a card crafter, as well as a poet. :)
Two of my most beloved creative outlets.
Last year, my best friend asked me if I could hand make all her wedding invites. You can read more of that here. After graciously accepting the offer, AND much revisions (four to be exact), I present to you some snapshots of this challenging yet, most gratifying, labor of love I've ever done. All 150 of them... :)

I have to admit, I didn't want to let these invites go after all the hard work and care I put into making them. Afterall, they were like my babies! LOL

But as much as I'd like to take credit, I actually need to thank the 'sweat shop' for helping me assemble these.  Thank you for not driving me into insanity. Also, thank you for presenting me with new headaches along the way...(too much glue!!!!) LOL...

So with that said, conjuring up those laborious memories made me want to post this last card I made.  This was for a my son's best friend's birthday not too long ago.

This is just for fun, plus it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. :)

Until next occasion..... :)


j

micropoetry session

Savor my words.
Sip on its derivative.
Let syllables roll off your tongue
And swallow it amongst expletives.
This is how my passion tastes.

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*Never give up. My words of simplictic advice to loved ones going through trying times. Stay true. This difficult moment may not BE you, but it helps you to BECOME you.*
(P.S. Happy Week 50 Open Link Night!!)

Try

My heart cries
When I see
The potential in you
Not being seen
Or fully realized.
Stop lying
And try to be
The authentic you.
Try
To be the person
I know you can
Strive to be
Defy the things
They decry you to be
And when you fall
I'll supply you
The support that you need.
I realize
This might
Not mean much
Or become reality
In this brief
Moment of futility
But trust
That when that moment comes
When you've overcome
Adversity
Living with passion and intensity
You can undeniably reply
That it didn't kill you
To try
But inexplicably
You survived
And would
Rather
Die trying
To find its meaning

-j.sanjuan

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Mutual needs secrete sexual techniques amid beats between sheets.

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Derive fiery passion in my eyes.

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Sweet milk drips from melanin covered vellum.

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He is seldom felt but always welcome.

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When the time comes
I'll be sure to admit it
That time is now
If you permit it
I admit it - 
I was wrong.

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I always succumb
When he speaks to me
In hypnotic
Melodic
Poetic tongues

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Aiming to satiate the need to separate weighted knees.

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I'm attracted 

To the abstract manner 

In how your acts 

Translate into

Impactful contact

 

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Be relentless with your attention to whet sexual licentiousness.

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My impassioned body

In the throes of satisfaction

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The Subscript


Please…
Although it's pleasing
I insist
That you desist
With your viable ways
Of persisting
And portraying your
Licentious behavior
In phrases
Just to amaze me
Realistically,
I see how
That can be easy

Appease me this way…
Can you stay and
Assist me to
Lead me to your
Sophisticated being?
Breathe...
Subsist to coexist
With me
Submit to
Your higher level of consciousness
With which you
Can never resist me

‘Cause mental and
Spiritual connectedness
Can never restrict me
These aspects
Seem like it’s only subscript
When it’s
Character, plot, climax and never-ending

Represent me
By presenting me with
Your most Kingly being
Treat me with deserve'd respect
And I'll be on the other end
To receive thee
Reciprocate
Unconditionally to
Recreate
Reformulate
The subscript.

 
-j.sanjuan

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Invitation


Create in me
A space
That can set your
Heart, mind and soul free.
Believe in the idea
Of how, intellectually speaking,
Mental and physical unity
Can spark
Inspirational
Motivational
Word artistry
A platform, if you will…
Seek your silence
And be still.
Enter in
To entertain
My invitational
Transformational vicinity
And see
How we can
Easily transform
The world around us
Turning negativity into positivity
Regression into progression
Listlessness into BE-ing.
Cognitively,
I can positively
Attest to
The digression
Of expressions
That my mind and body possess
For you.
Spiritually,
I do not contest
The gift that God has
Invested in me;
Manifesting emotions
Into this life force called poetry
Therefore,
I see the need
For you
To reconvene with me
You
Challenge my being
To
Renew and rebuild
The sublime and soliloquy
Reject the cynical and the weary
Redefine words and
Redesign worlds
Ubiquitously.
You
Continuously inspire me.
Ingeniously
Create desire in me
To instigate fires
That can
Never be extinguished
You
Replenish my soul
And supply me provision
Your energy and disposition
Is worthy and sufficient
Every word you speak
I graciously listen
Wish
And hope
My intuition meets fruition

So please
Distinguish my vision
With this petition

And accept this
Humble and genuine
Motive towards
Self revelation
Physical aspiration and
Mental exploration.

Send affirmation
My way
Say
'Yes' to...

...My invitation




-j.sanjuan

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Attest to my digression 

Of expressions I possess

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He. 

Challenges my being. 

Can be still. 

Write lines. 

Scribe the sublime with me. 

Rebuilding worlds of soliloquy.

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The communiqué

Pour your heart into every word you say

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Wrap me in word rapture. 

Cradle me with confab and fables. 

Create poetic ecstasy. 

The kind only 

You and I can manufacture

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I'm strong enough 

To not let words break me

Smart enough 

To allow them to flow through me. 

Set me on fire. 

Inspire my soul, mind & heart

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Converse with our eyes

They seem to say it all

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Leave me space

To admire in your space

reflections

"When you give to others to the degree that you sacrifice yourself, you make the other person a thief." -The Course of Miracles

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Weary Souls

Allowing you

To enter into

My presence

Ever since

Your newest attempt

At renewal

Has caught my interest

And listless intelligence

Attentiveness is lacking

Responsiveness is asking

For discernment to take place

Your being possesses

Such quiet grace

And creeps in my moment of weakness

Just to save face

Although

I’m thoroughly aware

Of where this road could lead

I seek for

And beseech Lord

Grant me

Supplementary serendipity

Or rather

Assisted lucidity

My heart breaks

And is tired and weary

I sense that yours is too

And seeks for some healing

So

Come

Gather your tired bones

Enter into my warmth

And rest your weary

On my soul

-j.sanjuan

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Steal away from morning and consequence.

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I love how you fondle my tears.

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Weary hands keep grasping for your reach.

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Teach me to unlearn the hurt.

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He speaks to me in a frequency

That only my heart cannot renounce

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Six words can become endless conversation.

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Forever Afflicted

Today marks the day,
The moments,
Where I relive each occasion
With reminiscent tears
And nightmarish persuasion
I numb the pain
Let reason invade
My mind as to why,
How,
I had lived through this
Surreal hallucination
Now,

All that remains,
Are unanswered questions, like...

Was I strong enough...
…To care for you?
Was I worthy enough...
…To carry you?

The thought of knowing who you were
Had escaped me
Before I even knew you existed
And having belatedly seen
How this has affected me,
It's shown me a type of pain
Only bereaved mothers know of
And never fully recover from
Forever afflicted

Who
Can really point fingers and
Self inflict blame
Except you
It comes upon you naturally
On guilty parties and
Already bruised womb
The ache never ceases,
And pain never subdues.
Never knowing why
Never given the chance
To choose you.

j.sanjuan

**This poem is dedicated to all women who have experienced the pain and loss of losing a child, through miscarriage, or any other sort of circumstance beyond our control and choices.  I share this with you; I survive this with you. It's been 9 years.  Writing about this for the first time brought some kind of healing.  Poetry has always brought me solace.  With what I create, simultaneously saves me.  And from this experience, for whom I create, never failingly watches over me.  Here's to our angels...

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That which saves me infinitely inspires.

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What I create simultaneously saves me.

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Adding silent insult to heartless injury.

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You benumb my heart with falsity. 

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Be attentive
To the strokes my words and my pen give
How my fingertips cling
To every sensastion of release
How I please
Your imagination
With my words'
Lingering tease

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Unbound. Undress. Undo. Abound. Persist. Subdue.

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The Cycle

 
You knew
Exactly how to treat me
Seemingly
Magnificent
In every respect
And I
Never held back or
Never harbored
Any regret

You knew
How to read me
And accordingly
React to the way
I was feeling
How to recite words
To get me wet
Poetically speaking,
You whet
My curiosity,
You pique
Reactionary peaks
In climactic reactions of release             

You knew
How to freak
With that unmistakable physique
And that unforgettable technique
Had this poet void of speech
Brought me to my knees
In receipt of weak-
Ness

Yes,
I would’ve liked to be your queen
In fact, loved to have
Quite possibly
Earned that deserv’d  esteem
Nevertheless,
In your comfortable-
Ness
You grew restless
And conveniently
Created
Perfect elusiveness

Yet
You persisted
And insisted
That I was the one
(Less the incessant
And domestic stress)
Was there something that I missed?
Was I
So high up on your list
That it made you
Reach less?
Impervious in every sense?
What has got me this stressed?
Causing me to regress
Into a cycle of
Residuals and
Non-reciprocal requests
This cyclical dependency
Has got me sick mentally.
Has me cynical to the ones who
Deserve me
Better
The ones
Who will love me
Better......
 
Tell me then, 
Who will love me better?
 
 
 
j.sanjuan

listening pleasure

Here are some sexy soulful joints to get your weekend started. Always my go-to songs. Happy Friday!

3. Esthero - Superheros
2. Miguel - Adorn
1. Robert Glasper ft. Musiq Soulchild & Chrisette Michele
(In fact the entire album; further to that fact, the entire  Robert Glasper collection)

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He lingers heavily in my subliminal existence.

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Suicide


Do you feel that?
What once was a part of you
Is leaving
Heavy breathing
Coming to an end
Passionate feelings
Starting to descend
Thought process reeling
Painful cognizance
Dreams of us succeeding
Toxic Poisonous
Torturous pleading
Murderous
Unconsciousness creeping
Thunderous
Slit wrists shackled
Unbound
Feeling death's grapple
Surround
Unfounded
The evidence
Never to endure
Rest assured
Deliverance
Is what I’ll supply you
Killing the part of you
That’s me
Still alive in you
Come closer
Right between the eyes
I’ll provide
Death its
Proper suitor
Bracing myself
For I’m the shooter




-j.sanjuan

micropoetry - sixwords

Make good on your fiendish inferences.

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Words fondle me with flagrant intensity.

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Rapturous deeds derive
From the most submissive minds

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My love affair with words
Constantly gets in the way
Of your pursuance.

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If wordplay is my foreplay
Leave ample room for interpretation.

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Insatiable yearning falls heavy on companionless evenings. 

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Naive minds are oblivious to affliction.

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Love never regrets

Having you as its victim

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Dilemma

Blinded to reality
I only choose to see
My inconvenient truth
That is you
I remain oblivious to
Love,
In the context of
Being selfless...
Nevertheless
I don’t love you less
Yet,
I’m selfish
To want to have you too
Am I wrong then,
If you happened to love me too
‘Cause
These things just don’t ‘happen’
Looking outside for some strong interaction
And there you just ‘happened’ to be
An answer to the distraction
It’s an abstract infraction
To seem detracted from reality
But what distracts us attracts us
And ultimately subtracts us
From who we are 'told' to be
But honestly
My course of action
Constantly needs
Redefining, you see...
I’m trying to avoid
Inevitability
Because I know
Sure enough
That I’ll have to
Let go of you
Eventually


-j.sanjuan

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Breakfast (Unspoken Word)

Over breakfast…
No sound was uttered
No word was said
Just an overwhelming feeling of
Pleasurable elation and
Sensual contentment
I,
In the morning light,
Was beamin
Feelin like
You were feelin it too
Coffee brewin
And the fusion of
Breakfast tastes and lewd menus had
Somehow mimicked our bodies
Brown sugar and honey
Milk, cream and cinnamon
Were mixed in with the scents
From our skin
Senses honed in
Erogenous in nature
Erotic enough to awaken
The memories of what just took place...
Last night
Rounds one, two, three, four and five…
We broke the tension and the strife 
Hence the smile upon my face
And the rouge above my grin
Body drenched with sweat and anticipation
For rounds six, seven,
Eight...nine…
And ten to begin
Your taste was mine
And still lingers on my lips...
Over breakfast
We sit
I take a sip of my beverage
And allow my tongue to savor
In your aftertaste
Breathing in flavors ecstasy-laced;
Waiting for exhalation
Eyes making love
While still holding conversation
Withholding nothing but
Our appetites and desires to quench
Sexual dehydration
Our early morning fixation
An exchange of pure exhilaration
Resulting in the most
Delectable taste sensation
While breaking bread
Over breakfast

-j.sanjuan

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Something to think about...




...and something to respond...





Happy Tuesday everyone.

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Into The Dark

No one ever said

That this ride would be easy…

We’re so drawn towards the light

Of happiness and elated feelings

Of lazy lust mornings

Of warm afternoons and

Sex craved evenings

That we’re made blind to the fact that

Into the dark

We’re quietly and

Knowingly journeying

So

Come take my hand

Even though

You might be unaware of the fact

That at times I might let go

But don’t

Dare lose focus

Lessen your faith in us

Be oblivious

Be slight

Become blind to hindsight

Because

Here within lies…

Heartache and anguish

Transforming into madness

Into the limelight shines

Regrets and unspoken sadness

Our once beautiful unification

Becomes torturous irritation

Trial and tribulation

We take

Emotional lacerations

We are

Bleeding unfaithful hearts

Resulted from

Miscarriage and mortification

We scar

We grin and bear it

Pressures of judgement and

Monogamous stipulations

Family and friends expectations

Of “how come”

And their opinions on

“Why you two never made it”

Fuck it

FUCK IT ALL

We all

Seem to want to take the easy way out

But if you knew beforehand

That this is what’s in store

That this is what’s planned for us

Would you still take my hand and

Journey into the dark?

No one ever says that this road is easy…

But everyone says...

...It’s just hard.

-j.sanjuan

micropoetry

Finding an approach
After an epiphany is key
To believe in You is what I need
So I reproach my earthly identity
And encroach towards heavenly streets
On my knees
Praying for some clarity