Winter Sea

By Nikki Quismondo

The last time I visited
the winter sea,
you and I were together
and part of my world turned into your clouds
the air was cold, but warm lovers we were,
and might have continued to be that way
if I didn't get lost in things like stars
When nature reigned, you and I could laugh together
like a pair of tipsy jewels, but when the moon opens wide,
your dark sea coast doesn't mention us in the soul books
My water finds this voice and wants to pour into your open sky,
but when air and water meet
it is certain to precipitate some tears,
along with silent memories
Our supple waves have trickled into the soft sands,
time is now an incandescent sea mist
of your mysterious, winter sea absence

Neptune's Garnet

by Nikki Quismondo

Your love is like a restless enigma
deep in metaphors
but warm like sea silk
I want to be your well-fed rose,
that garnet in your underwater heaven
I want to be that slippery fish
throbbing against your Neptune foam
and be the feet of your sea life
I want to be swallowed by your fantasy
and lay upon your black coastal shores
in wild silence!

Liquid Motion

By Nikki Quismondo

Floating into your fluvial colloquial of liquid motion,
your metaphors spring int the blue plumes of my day dreaming

memories of the toes touching once
pool happiness,
blue and sunlight mixtures
diamond water fantasies...

Open Fields

By Nikki Quismondo

in one complete galaxy
and in between the vast cosmos
our natal birth charts find an open space
where the bluest Neptune loses it's vision
and the striking Mercurial energy limits its reach
our opposing constellations would never remember
those Neptunic mysteries, or your planned globe
once we fall upon those soft golden fields
where the wild smiles are inevitable
and the honest blue sky tells us the truth,
we would shortly forget who we were,
and who we hope to become,
we'd just feel safe within our own skin
in a combined wisdom that we are not alone.

Jesus Christ

By Nikki Quismondo

With his gracious gifts that are unending
they spin me around into a thousand afternoons of pure sunlight,
His voice travels at the velocity of everything holy
through oceanic waves, onto the golden fields of childhood memories
I sat one afternoon enjoying the deep blue sky of a zillion wishes,
and commenced the holy spirit to celebrate the zeal of his graces
I was shown the many feet upon waters that walk in miracles,
through the different color flowers, with many names
I’d ask so many angels to sing his integrity
they showed me a space beneath the loops of many cosmos
where his mercy and his strength
were combined in a sea of endless love

Phone Call

by Nikki Quismondo

His voice, a seductive distinction,
Inflections of various appetites, well-framed
he included me, in a sort of vaudeville design,
I sat there blushing in wild smiles,
Our plans would include dinner-he’ll cook
Something like a Greek salad, wild salmon, glazed in dijon...
A couple of glasses of cabernet.. Maybe a chardonnay?
we sorted out the other details,
Like massaging lubricants- cocoa butter or warm vanilla?
and which music to listen to... Sting? Jethro Tull…
We could watch a movie- wagering between classic horror/romantic comedy…
It will happen on Friday night-
until then, our thoughts will transpire into spicy flavors,
And bitten apples to play around with....

An Evening with You

By Nikki Quismondo

two wine glasses in a Merlot evening,
your warm caramel skin, glistens,
a blushing appearance,
tipsy in the silk-like evening
in the patio- tender ballad sounds of our breathing visions
covered in twinkle lights, you notice the beauty of it...
the night is warm, transfixed in hypnotic blues
indulged in the appetite to love one another,
your hands touch my arm,
like warm bath water,
nice, smooth, like a carousel jacuzzi dream
the earth is tender with us tonight
with a soft and subtle slice of healing.

Cousins

By Nikki Quismondo

Saturday evening- blue hypnotic martini glass,
musical escapade, cousins dancing whimsically
moment to moment- pinches of silliness,
through the dancing train, digital camera flashes,
dangling, gaudy jewels, Cabernet,
friends smiling, mingling, dipping food, chatting about
good ol'times- chocolate and cocoa nut cupcakes,
midnight memories....
memory of a good life-
memory of having it shared

Privacy

By Nikki Quismondo

Give me a Kaleidoscope full of daisies,
a cup of green tea and lemon grass,
time in front of wondrous book
"In a Sentimental Mood" by Coltrane,
I can relax in many daydreams
escape to that safe and familiar fantasy
in meadows of privacy and pussy willows
where the sun is setting
and peace is glowing in a cool breeze
with soft hypnotic sounds like a release of wavelengths
in a feeling of something completely new,
essentially,
give me some time to belong to my private moments,
to remember myself exclusively...