Wednesday, June 23, 2010


absence of love

last night: attempting to feign love, his mouth implied
cool church courtyards hushing summer's heated flush
in the heart of a lonely childhood, and iko after feeling
abandoned for eons; laid trembling down, fixed in the
shape of an anchored starfish swishing on the ocean's
bottom, all soft-points and desire as he christened
her virtue...shattering the air.



Tumblewords: said...

Poetically sensuous!

Toi said...

i like that description, thanks tumblewords.

Melody said...

Your words flow like a soft ripple on the ocean, beautiful!

A Cuban In London said...

'as he christened
her virtue...'

I think that's one of the most erotic and sensuous lines I've read for a long time. Many thank. Beautiful poem.

Greetings from London.

bard said...


Anonymous Someone said...

Your imagination runs sooooo wild like a wild horse,
you are so beautiful at writing sensual poetry that never fails to mesmerize.

Loved it,

ThomG said...

so very good.

Toi said...

melody - luv you soothing response. Xo

cuban - such a lovely response. Xo

bard - Xo

anon - a wild horse, huh? tickles me -
your response is exciting. Xo

thom - Xo

Cinderella said...

" he christened her virtue."


Ria said...

Wow!! that's beautifully written!! :)

Bikramjit Singh Mann said...

THat is really nicely written .. and as someone mentioned "as he christened her virtue" and the comparison to starfish on ocean bed hmmmmm :)

Toi said...

thanks Singh, I appreciate your response.

Uncensored Raj said...

wow..!!.. just luved ur posts wat a flow..wat wild imaginations..luved them......

ur blog is just fabulous


Toi said...

luv your enthusiasm raj - wow - what a rush.