micropoetry - sixwordsplusone

He lingers heavily in my subliminal existence.

poetry session

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.

micropoetry - sixwords

Words fondle me with flagrant intensity.

micropoetry - 2lines

Rapturous deeds derive
From the most submissive minds

micropoetry

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

micropoetry - 2lines

If wordplay is my foreplay
Leave ample room for interpretation.

micropoetry - sixwordsplusone

Insatiable yearning falls heavy on companionless evenings. 

micropoetry - sixwords

Naive minds are oblivious to affliction.

micropoetry - 2lines

Love never regrets

Having you as its victim

poetry session

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

poetry session

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