Pete's Poetry

Nov.20

Too Long Separate

Posted by Peter Liptak in Poems, Love's Name

I listen to the ballads of my blue mind
and think of you.

You are in the taste of blotted lipstick
on the lip crests of my morning.
You are the swift stroke and new razor
greeting the rough-hewn stubble of my face.
You are every drop of wet
in the shower of memory.

I sense you in a hesitant touch
as Tom Waits voice fingering my emotions
and I tremble and reach for you in my mind.

I think of fall wheat
and dream of our children
running ragged over the rough land
with dusk falling in a curtain of reds.
I sense you in a summer air of sweat
and heats frustration at cool evening.
You are in every knot of strained muscle
and every stretch and every stroke
in the oil of my trade.

You are in every eye of brown
and the secret of its color
with the captivity of my lonesome thought.
You are on the tip of my tongue
and the dry crease of my lips.
You are forever.

She wore red...
but I dreamed of her
in blues

Oct.18

Sabine

Posted by Peter Liptak in Poems, Love's Name

I will always say
that for me Sabine began
with her hair
and ended
with her lips.

Her soft curls
speckled with sand
hung always in her face
like fireworks falling.

Those golden locks
half hid her face
to heighten the desire
to draw me deeper
to see beyond.

She wore red...
but I dreamed of her in blues
as her hair cascaded over her carved features
I was felled
as a failed attempt of a tree to touch
the cool falls just out of arms length
unable to caress
those soft spirals, the shower of swirls
that had sped a spray of feathered shafts headlong to heart,
arrow with anchors to plunge in mind.

Her body spoke...
a tone hinting of the strength
embedded in her character,
yet my eyes lingered like insolent youth
on curves that could speak to any man
and leave him awake at night
in a restless scourge, a hanted haze,
as her hips
spoke in rounded tones
of the children to come.

But only she
could I approach
to soothe the sorrow she had spawned,
to trust her
with this sting of guilt, this stab of sadness
this instinctual urge.
I approached the source and she
responded such as only a mother could,
yet as this wry and wretched road led only to loneliness
scattered with slight but piercing shards of shame
and together in the stillness grew
like a changeling child
from fleeting affection to darkest love.

It was her lips in the end
those soft French lips
that made me turn away
from the fresh insult
of the softened touch of unreturned affection
and when those lips no longer
enhanced my eyes view
I could only say, in that ever-French way
"I cannot support this."

Only in my dreams
does she say to me now
with her eyes of three colors
and her lips - Oh lips
"Please"

Study of a Woman

Posted by Peter Liptak in Poems, Death and Chocolate

On the devilish nature of women: Seduction is an old man's realization of the true nature of what women call femininity. The true extent of which men wise in years and experience beyond all others will never fathom. The powers of femininity are derived from many sources: first the feline grace of easy movement and sleek lines carefully curved; then the sharp lined curiosity of pouty perfection; not to forget the lasciviousness of lavish lips; and finally the eternal tease of the trembling tail.

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May.27