The Cunning Linguist: Poetry in Short Verses

Let me kiss
The drizzle from your crevices
Those nether parts that forbids longings
And savor the saps and juices
Of desire that quench
The unknowns fathom of life
Urges within quintessence
For I am heat,
I am wind,
I am mist.
(June 24, 2017)

And I say in a most
Impeccable way
My desire to touch the petals
Of your flesh
And hear the love-words
That utter in your mind
As I dance the flickering
Swords in this ritual
Of ancient civilization
That creates mankind.
(July 10, 2017)

Dive, you dive
Into the abyss
In this carnal valediction
Of our souls
Here, here into the
Grave, a hole, wet
Humid, solitary…
Until tranquility spawn life;
Spasm and euphoria
That they call flesh poetry.
(July 13, 2017)

Martina Santos is a seasoned community organizer, researcher, lecturer, and writer. A staunch paladin for the poor, the marginalized, and the abused, Martina spends much of her time aiding others in need. She also loves travelling, gardening, and cooking.

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