Sign of the Feet

By Nikki Quismondo

your fingertips glide across my toes so slowly
like the soft blades of a Kaleidoscope of senses
strumming through the sunlight memories of our constellations
like guitar notes yearning for Pisces and Virgo moments,
We engage in the Carmel sun as it blazes in it's softest sense
and sets within our golden skin within each and every private moment
your fingertips invite a creamy appetite,
where I dream of warm lovers beginning to trust
the stars illuminate the moonlight fantasies for us,
where flashes of intimacy expose our incandescent feelings,
like a hot oil massage that hypnotizes the planets,
each sense warms every other sense in my body,
each touch wraps around Mercury and Neptune and every other universe!

In between the t.v. and the wine

By Nikki Quismondo

we are like a rose with soft petals and thorny fears
so very vulnerable to the Carmel sun,
but open to the water droplets of soft rain fantasies,
I want to open myself to you, start a new,
and dream of things, like our dinner nights
where you cook for me and we ponder about philosophy
I want to travel with you to the possibilities
place our soft mantra in the sea
where your boat floats upon the
indemnity of soft water bubbles
and a reassurance of easy waves glide
along the soft kiss of my lips
we can fiddle around the ideas
of musical loving and poetic words flushed in blushing cheeks,
or we can lay in the fears of moonlight sorrows,
but there is a soft rose petal waiting to be watered,
and a bottle of hot massage oil setting upon the night stand,
in between the t.v. and the wine....

Like we used to be

By Nikki Quismondo

We used to high five eachother when we bowled a strike
listen to sweet love songs, and look into each other's eyes
you'd read me your sexy poetry
and I'd read you mine
i'd wear sexy heels so you can notice my arch
you'd notice my scarfs, earrings, or sparkling jewelry
and give nice compliments about my ensembles,
but now, that we're not a couple anymore
but still friends,
our bowling games have no high fives,
i've had to change the stations on the radio at your request,
you refuse to notice the colors I'm wearing or even look at me,
the poetry you read is mundane,
you've blocked me from reading my blog
everything about us, is now dull and ordinary..
we are not like we used to be....

Moments in Neptune

By Nikki Quismondo

to feel the earth slip into your tongue,
to rapture a grand piano of notes quilted into your voice
to wrap midnight around your waist
to take a rose petal out for tea
to belong to a daydream of you and me kissing in gold weather
to yield upon a wild field of needs within
to drip into an orchid of aroma therapy
to enter into an open butterfly
to go without remembering the height of your black sea cliff
to take life all into a few breaths in and out of a liquid blue pen
to be able to understand the eleven dimensions that surround us fully,
to be anything inevitable in your world
are the many moments in Neptune in which I'd like to lay upon.

Us in Cartoon

By Nikki Quismondo

My sisters glow in a cartoon image
our smiles are characterized in a liquid effect of happiness
there's Christina, in the pink, who belongs in her own revelation,
and Leslie, who is a star upon a far-reaching sky
There's me, part twin, part delusional but temperate
and Cammile, who's wisdom is kept secret and preserved,
together we are a Laurel tree, with limbs carrying vivacious fruit
we are the the ladies who wrestle with the clock that opposes our seasons
we are the instructors of the midnight breezes, the followers of the Moon Goddess,
the illuminators of the mystic waters,
part grass, part rose bud, part jacuzzi, part hot oil, part antique jewelry, part golfer, part warm jasmine tea, part exotic novel, part rosary bead, part artist, part child, part infant, part grandmother, part mother, part sister.

Sea Cliff

By Nikki Quismondo

Your eyes went away from the table
along with the echoes that formed into
a cascade of doubt

Yesterday you were rubbing my feet
hands of grass brushing against the arches
Tenderly as the days of dinner nights and cabernet

Today, I'm trying to comprehend your soap opera
your heart has made it's own federal law
Pleading its case into the abyss of lonliness

I'm at a point where I may need to dive into your ocean
Your complexity has turned me into a surgeon of hope
I sit at your sea cliffs indecisively

A muse only has inspiration and hope
A lover, ties into your locked body
There must be a middle path!

Liquid Pouring

By Nikki Quismondo

A co-glamorous night
Birds echo into your subtle breeze
The shape of my tongue fits smoothly upon your warm flesh
Every inch of the cocktail arrives at your body
The sweet thirst for more entails a fantasy
More by each waist side
We think of kinky things to do
Your creative mind is the clock of my heart beat
Tonight's activities are full of foreplay and wine.

Your desire is hardened into pumping blood in your veins
It wants to pump into something
it revolves around a volcanic feeling
Emotions drive into the foam of your liquid pouring
Smooth supples embrace my existence
Awakened with a fortitude of a new beginning of pleasure...

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