She’s So Good at Jazzing

My favorite season of the year is cackling her way hotly around New York City—birds singing wildly around my terrace… flowers blossoming with the promise of fruit… me delighting in the warmth of the morning sun… and Sanaa, over at Prompt Nights, asking for “summer [poetry that] sets upon [the] earth’s bosom bare”. I’m feeling rather giving, so here is my wee bit (which I’m also linking to Poets United, Poetry Pantry 308):

“She’s So Good at Jazzing”

She glides under the full moon,
spreading herself over dirt and skin.
Her heat is rouge blushing
the chilled cheekbones of the soul.

She’s so good at jazzing
everything she touches—
tickling blooms into fruiting,
arousing the wild kissing
of pelvises and hips.

She is summer
dancing after spring,
never fearing the fall,
baring breasts and kindling,
not caring if winter comes.

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Rouge, by Magic Love Crow“Rouge”, by Magic Love Crow

Heart Bits

Today, the Sunday Mini-Challenge, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, is being hosted by a stunning and uncannily modest lady “looking for seemingly sweet lullaby-like poems, which ooze… creepiness.” She said to “Craft them fun, write them dark, make my inner-giggling-child want to run far, far, far.” So, of course, my muse and I tried to please her. I’m also linking “Heart Bits” to Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 306).

“Heart Bits”

When the moon’s so full it blinds
and time’s Wheel is wolfing June,
find six dull eyes barren of minds,
rip out their hearts to a gory tune.

Be not too choosy about the eyeballs
and leave no heart feeling the cull,
just swing your scythe (see what falls!)
while blood dances in your skull.

Craft moonlight into horizons
and liven things up with heart bits,
invite a crow to wear your rubies,
to watch you feed the night
from where it sits.

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La Luna, by Magic Love Crow
“La Luna”, by Magic Love Crow
(This beauty lives in the home of Debra, She Who Seeks,
humming dark moon lullabies all night long).