arch of sole

By Nikki Quismondo

the arch of my foot is the heart of my sole
it is the dream of a dancer
it doesn't press against nothing,
only in the soft shores of your golden sand
it moves the way an instrument plays
the notes pressed to form sound
the feet press to form rhythm and movement
it carries the nerves of the whole body
my heel comes from my cheek
my earlobe, the pinky toe
it holds my body
sacrifices itself to carry my being
takes me for long walks along the echoes of many waves

Liquid Massage

By Nikki Quismondo

the floor opens a reflexology
of foreplay
it all starts from the first touch
opened palm full of massage cream
in the summer, it is cool against the skin
the feet remember every inch
the white walls are the balcony of the sunlight audience
our bodies become opera singers
my feet becomes a ballerina upon your firm rising
the curtains unfold
the blankets lay useless
the skin against skin lubricates into a fanatical
release of passion
together, a symphonic rock band thickens inch by inch
into the daylight
just out of the pool,
onto the sheets
the feeling of something new
and everlasting!

Fluid Impression

By Nikki Quismondo

In the capacity to feel, a fluid impression remains
You're a liquid virtuoso, my prized
A connoisseur of my origin
Each sense marvels around another sensation
Like a note played on your guitar
Your eyelash fiddles a distinct imagination
a mercurial uprising into
the next chess piece of smile, like foreplay
heated temperatures vibrate my region
like a musical instrumentation of delectable dessert ensemble
it centers around the need for dancing
where your fingertips glide across the neck line of my energy
as my coastal foam sprays against your firm rock status,
i'll have you crave for bare feet pleasure!

Liquid Reaching

By Nikki Quismondo

If we let go now, we could find ourselves in a futuristic bravura
perhaps, we'd be lovers underwater,
holding hands to give the sea a break,
perhaps we could be a pair of goldfish,
swimming free from many fish bowls
if we let go now,
perhaps, we could forget about being lovers
in any place,
maybe it is best to think this way....

Liquid Tears

By Nikki Quismondo

It's the blue voice that is trapped
in a kaleidoscope of thinking
returning to the memories
of shredded sinking
producing tear drops
like a waterfall design
into the delusions
of what was yours
was mine.

Liquid Poetry

By Nikki Quismondo

On the top shelf
there's that blue folder
containing you and I and printed emails
of liquid poetry
each line held days and nights of our planning
new love making; your poetic words massaging like a soft blue dream...
then there's the mention of your pink mushroom tip
in between the sheets of our ecstasy climbing,
so many words written in full exotic appetites
so many sleek and silky moments in full adjectives
so many wet documents with evidence that we once existed.

Liquid Rain

By Nikki Quismondo

When the afternoons catch a blue tint
and the liquid rain captures so many lost thoughts
there are the memories of how your mouth dropped
and your tongue became rain
so I stuck out my tongue
to catch a drop of your fallen mist
to taste the blue and mysterious expressions
from everything to nothing
I lost myself in its many rain drops
your body became the flooded streams
that drew upon my tears
and I think about it in the blue afternoons,
where I should have held an umbrella...

Liquid Enigma

By Nikki Quismondo

I had a Picasso dream of your abstractions,
a memory of your liquid enigma
flashes of your book case turned into a guitar
notes became poems
your voice turned into the edge of a pool I couldn't swim in..
automatically, I tried to gather your collections...
I picked up a few pieces of your humor
a swig or two of your sexy thinking,
a delicate morsel of your coffee eyes,
but they all dissolved into bits and pieces of lies
I tried to balance it all, in between two pools
one shallow, one deep in metaphors
when it all made sense, I seen you in many dimensions,
some good,some not so good for me....
and where I was supposed to be
as time collapsed, my feet stood bare upon a white slim concreted reality
and when I awoke, you were not there....

Liquid Heat

By Nikki Quismondo

I'm gonna throw your secrets
into the fire,
To brighten your hungry passions,
to expose the formula
of your aching body
and your edible loving,
no longer will I suffer
from the eagerness
to indulge in your liquid heat,
For my lips are filled
with poetic rubies
delivered to you
so that at last, you can scream out
your starving needs
and gnaw at my quivering thrills,
like a burning kiss,
our bodies will be energized
with flaming pleasures
and thriving, ignited ecstasies!

Liquid Float

By Nikki Quismondo

a liquid type of floating
the body releases pressure
trusts
is held by the underwater blue magic
like the way your poetry spreads out
watery, wet, refreshing...

Liquid Touching

By Nikki Quismondo

Liquid-touching
like wet grains of sands
loosely vibrational against
the crevices of my hands
cool tranquilizing
bubbling and blue
watery spouts of liquid hues
fluid memories
of you and me
emotionalizing
a diluted-destiny