Category Archives: Red

Poet’s Beckon

I should have never left
we are like one mind in poetry
I need to fly back and write some
as I’m needing all you are for me

I’ve fallen deeper from the distance
from my soul’s muse and my sole sanity
Lips will softly graze your neck and speak
proverbs inspired by the black ink

Nothing is more perfectly exotic
than your eyes in the low light, and
no music beckons my soul like
your voice telling me to hit that

You wanna swim first, just imagine
we’ll make climactic castles on the beach
Quenched by aftermath of our rain dance
as you chant and wrap yourself around me

Lovers and forever soul mates
eyes connected as our souls mate
We need times like this together more
inside of my forever fate

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Scott Mitchell

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Be sure to watch the video

and you’ll  know the music that helped inspire this dance

Thanks to Kim at Artistry Allure for sharing the video


Douce Agonie

Adhering to social norm, andDouce Agonie
obligated duty at the ball
I ask Your Majesty for a dance
and you gracefully extend a hand
Then we step, spin, and sway
as eyes behold in awe

But, who am I in late e’en
to command the silence of a queen
Laying motionless in the cuverie
as I savor the côtes
rousing deep breath and sigh

And I, not befittingly
command a vineyard of floral unfold
The sun riseth not, but heat is known
as lord of land tends each blossom
and shall forsake none

Who am I to drink as a noble
and taketh of fruit divine
Thy hands remove a canopy
which adorned all I aspire
Seized and raised to mouth
Engaging in gluttonous frolic
as the queen declares ‘halt not!’

I shalt not forbid thee
a request for royal execution
Assign thy sacrifice as mine
Descend on my dagger
and raise with calm retreat
Exhaustive love for loss of life
conquers and consumes thine eyes

Mine end too, be not untimely
as harvest comes to pass
Rims of the barriques break!
I decant into your grasp
and a peasant dons a crown

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Scott Mitchell


Incisor Amour

Dark eyes and honey skin
Hypnotic aura, one of a kind
I wanted to possess and devour
but your fangs, superior to mine

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For only you I fashioned a Taj Mahal
and refused to accept it in vain
Then, you slayed me with your bite
and my feelings stayed the same

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The darkest hour
is every morning as I wake
Hallmarks of immortal desire
Scars on my neck which you’re to blame

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I want to run from the memories
I want to never feel the hope
I don’t want to walk amongst the living dead
or drink the blood of kindred souls

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I try to run away in a straight line
but always return on bended knee
Am I a slave to the darkness
or a jester to a queen?

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It feels I’m always seeking red
Edgily awaiting one more drink
It’s convoluted to distinguish
when your tricks appear as treats

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If someday wings refuse to form
as bells toll the midnight hour
Simply know you took the best of me
in your last leap from the tower

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Scottula


Musa


Locks of Deja vu

Feet planted on the ground
yet a sky full of desire
Countless lightning streams
link the realms as golden wires

One large gasp as I inhale
all the energy of poetic past
I’m earnestly hemming my way
to live this moment at last

Stanzas written with my eyes
prepare my muse to accept me in
Every word intensely motivated
as your hands direct my pen

I am quivering in your breeze
as I’m smelling your sweet breath
I am willingly detained
as dark locks graze my chest

Lyrics are softly unspoken
by adjacent tongues and hips
Spreading ink on the paper
as we connect our lips

Inducement from our dance
causes patience to wear thin
Pen released from our control
Now we’re all the way in

We understand each other
My point is in you and it’s clear
Sir William shook the world
but we can shake this sphere

Now, I’ll need you forever
I’m addicted to this realm with you
I’ll always be back for more
of our continuous deja vu

~

Scott Mitchell


When

I remember when I held you
the first time in my arm
Hostile climates didn’t stop me
as this warrior won your heart

I remember when you felt my heart
as we shared our first kiss
A dream became a certainty
I received an awaited wish

I remember when my eyes widened
the moment I was in awe
My hands on large firm pillows
after taking off your bra

I remember when you unfastened
yourself to allow me in
Quivering and uncontainable
you stop a kiss to bite my chin

I remember when I was gentle
giving no pressure to submit
Thighs drew fiercely on my hips
telling me to push again

I remember when we fought
temptation to cry aloud
As I left through the airport gate
but the promise still lives now

I wonder when I’ll see you
on the most essential of my trips
Bizarre stimuli in my soul
as I’m dying to taste your lips

I wonder when you’ll join me
as we try something new
No looking back as WE board the plane
as I’m coming home with you

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~Scott Mitchell

Photo Credit to Brittney J


Holiday Wish

The frosty wind bites my nose and cheeks
Dropping to my knees, I scoop snow in my hands
Graphic flashes in my head and suddenly all feels warm
From my passions left behind in the Caribbean sands

Accepting the reality of where I’d rather be now
A wet drop slithers, turning ice right under my eye
I recall crouching by the bed staring at her beautiful face
With clasped hands, now I kneel and frown at the sky

The holiday season is here, and here she is not
silver bells taunt me and the jingle ones mock!

I don’t want to see Santa’s approaching reindeer
if he only brings a holiday sweater
Only one thing on my list Santa, don’t disappoint
Understand me with this complaint letter!

Somehow, she’s always on the tip of my tongue
My mouth filled with words of love and truth
But deep in the root there’s a serious pain
Gee Santa, I didn’t ask for a Bluetooth!

My heart and body need her so I’m waiting
don’t cause me to suffer in the cold so long
I think the watch you wear must have stopped
and your delay is really ticking me off!

Or take me 2,000 miles to my angel eyes
Don’t leave this hitchhiker to go insane
It’s too far and I don’t wanna walk man
Santa, please bring this blue boy a plane!

My chocolate candy fills her stockings
in a way that you could never do!
She hangs them next to my chimney with care
I need a piece of her cookie real soon!

I never play with dolls
but chocolate Barbie got my heart quakin’
I need her melody and sweet jams now
Wow, she certainly leaves mi jam-achin’!

The holiday season is here, and here she is not
silver bells taunt me and the jingle ones mock!

I really need to visit her port more
These routine calls surely make my mind roam
It’s like a prison, being so far from my heart
Santa, please don’t bring me another cell phone!

I need manicured nails raking my back
And passionate moments priming her walls
Don’t try keeping her as your own now, Santa
and take me to my Mrs. Claws!


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