13 April 2014

Language Lessons - A Haiku for NaPoWriMo

By Bud Koenemund

Language Lessons

My tongue drips with words
I long to leave on your skin
in the prose of lust.


10 April 2014

Satisfied - A Haiku for NaPoWriMo

By Bud Koenemund


Satisfied

Control my raw lust;
taming while devouring;
'til you've had your fill.


09 April 2014

Thirst - A Haiku for NaPoWriMo

By Bud Koenemund


Thirst

Concupiscence burns
hot, a thirst begging to be
quenched by your body.


08 April 2014

Internet - A Haiku for NaPoWriMo

By Bud Koenemund


Internet

Everyone is
standing in a room screaming,
while looking at porn.


07 April 2014

Star Stuff

By Bud Koenemund


Star Stuff

For "Her."

Consumed by madness;
hysterical and empty,
I drift amongst stars.


06 April 2014

Colors

By Bud Koenemund

Colors
For Isabella Pontanares

Blue lust doth compel.
Red fire will consume. Combined?
Purple passion rules.


03 April 2014

Any Muse in a Storm?

By Bud Koenemund

Any Muse in a Storm?

For Kitty Boyce

If thou think'st I
offer my heart to each muse,
thou art mistaken.


01 April 2014

A Haiku, for the Start of National Poetry Writing Month

By Bud Koenemund

The Better Part of Valor

For Chelsea Cohen

Often, the plain truth
is best left unspoken; it
only causes pain.

07 March 2014

Two Haiku

By Bud Koenemund


In the Ear of the Beholder

For Kitty Boyce

"Fuck me!" Vulgar in
polite society. But,
welcome from your lips.

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Darkness and Light

For "Her."

Some say the darkness
is as much a gift as light.
My heart disagrees.

02 March 2014

Vulgar Divinity

By Bud Koenemund

For Kitty


The words – vulgar – not for use in polite company.
Yet, somehow beautiful in your mouth…in the moment.
Arms embracing…
Bodies superimposed…
Penetrating…
Fingers searching…
Intertwined…
Mouths touching, each breathing in the others' breath…
…and your moan in my ear, urging me on.

In the physical, we're not "making love,"
or merely "having sex." No, desire for one another has driven us past that.
And, as our little deaths approach…
Inevitable…
Unstoppable…
"Fuck me!"
This plea, paired with endearments, becomes divine;
a connection to some heavenly thing I reach out to grasp
before plummeting back to Earth.