SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF

SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF

LOVE’S GENESIS

I feel the soft evening blush

Of your breath over my tingling skin

Waiting for rudiments of enchantment

Anticipating the twinkling instant

You will spiral me to open skies as

Though the mouth of the Universe

Has opened with insatiable hunger

To receive our celestial bodies, writhing

In a carnal vortex beyond our control,

Lost to the bosom of naked, jealous stars.

Behind the Emerald pools of your erotic eyes,

A longing lives there I have never before seen ~

For nothing, no one, has ever loved me this much

As your velvet-whispers promise to arouse.

The sun sets over the Western shadows of

Your wild smile as your arms pull me closer

To you, deeper inside the vapors of your

Tantalizing cologne; the potency of your

Embrace breaking over my limp body

Like a beautiful, awakening Horizon,

An ocean wave seeking the depths of me

This ebb and tide of thundering ecstasy ~ ~

And I gladly give up the secrets of my sexual sea

All for thee ~ ~ and ONLY thee . . .

We are a new country expanding in each other’s

Vast heartland, each new moment a discovery

That love was always the muscled-genesis driving

Our Spirit out of mere dream

Into the immaculate divinity of

Immortal creation ~ ~!!!

Copyright ©Susan Joyner-Stumpf

SYNTAX

Give me the syntax of your touch

Its psalm, its balm

That I may know of stardust on the

Blood of my tongue

Spun in a wind-grieve

Immersed in a vortex of pleasure

Across broken channels

Find me . . . Find me . . .

Between the white noise of reluctance

Don’t understand me in a lifetime

Know me from the Universe

You’ve tasted love before

How it falls nice upon your waiting lips

Feathering down, a slow-motion kiss

Remember me in the sonnet

Of your heart . . . For I was

Once unwritten till you

Held my emptiness apart

Up to wavering light, so cold

Flickering like pain when

It’s in reset mode

But aching faded

When you took hold

And held me, Soul-to-Soul

Fusing like molten

Lava down the avenue of our fire

Can it end….will it end…?

Never make me just one word;

Or a sentence;

Don’t draw me in a novel.

Never finish me.

Copyright ©Susan Joyner-Stumpf

OCTAVES

In theorem we are perfect Octaves

Blended in frequency

Where music sings its semitones and lust

Pitches of praise and sanguine sound waves

Integrals of meandering light

Our fused-electric sting

Vortex particles of dust

Explode . . . Transcend

Up and down the scales of my heart

You play the chords with fingers drawn

Placed so delicate upon my sonata fronds

A shy flower in your impish eyes

I bloom a thousand concerto lives

Dancing upon the on looking throngs

They watch us ascend and descend

And flit like feathers in a sonnet wind

This Soul-unison

Does it matter who’s the singer

Who’s the song

Notes play across the stars

Until they come home

To rest magically inside us

All that was once unwritten

Now belongs

To everyone ~ the universe

…ALL the universe ….sings along

In perfect octave.

Copyright © Susan Joyner-Stumpf

WHERE WOULD YOU LAY MY BODY DOWN?

Where would you lay my body down?

Soft snow that drinks my crimson death

Drifts that stroke my quiet pelt

Silvery stillness few have felt

But know the air is less complete

When a shadow dissolves in stolen breath.

Where would you lay my body down?

In the soft murmur of your sorrow?

In hills that bleed my fading howl

We will survive somehow

Someone’s heart will sing

Compassion’s ancient sting

And know all the words to

My dead songs, and

Revive their slaughtered croon.

Where would you lay my body down?

A finger will touch a virgin page

Write a poem of a wolf they knew

That has joined the stars that

No man can swipe askew.

Where would you lay my body down?

If your heart still beats

There is time

There is time

We both can rise from hatred’s grave

And kiss the sanctity of a crescent moon.

Don’t lay my body down.

Copyright © Susan Joyner-Stumpf

EDGING ACROSS MY SOUL

your fingers edging across my Soul

roughened crevices as you linger there

contemplating hills and valleys

my essence once your nemesis

are you now willing to accept my scars

or move on to find an open sky to pull me through

so both of us don't submerge together

bad enough one of us has half-way died

bring me back from total devastation

is empathy strong enough to save me?

your fingers edging across my Soul

stop there and feel the bleed of a thousand

ages that wept for you to be there

long before I knew you

there would have been more mountains

now we both look up to assess our climb

hand in hand you lead me into luminescence

its peak . . . never look back long enough to regret

an ascent for which there is no return ~

is brilliance bright enough to save me?

your fingers edging across my Soul

reminds me of birth

I'm re-born again

touch gently this frightened infant in

your willing palm, ready to start over again

walking into love . . .

Copyright ©

SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF

 

SUSAN JOYNER-STUMPF is originally from New Orleans and now calls the Colorado Rockies her home with her husband and menagerie of animal friends.  She has been writing since the age of seven.  It started off as an escape mechanism for Susan, for she was suffering from Childhood Abuse.  After a while, it became a passion, and after 37 published books and still counting, and appearing in over 20 United States AND International Anthologies, the rest is history. Susan started her own Publishing Company two and a half years ago called WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS, having made her best friend, Deborah Brooks Langford, as Vice-President and Marketing Director.  Together, Deb and Susan are also starting up their own Live Blog Radio Show on Red River Radio Station called RHYTHM AND MUSE INTERVIEWS.  Also, they’ve extended the services of WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS to include a monthly magazine entitled WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS MONTHLY MAGAZINE, which is doing quite well. Susan feels that her writing career, spanning over MORE than half her life span thus far, has been a life-long journey of pleasure and pain into that great Unknown.  She writes to help herself as well as to help others heal.  It is Susan’s humble objective to keep the Arts alive as well as to help her readers find oneness in a driven, stressful world strewn with bits and pieces.She was born in the United States. Her mother language is English. Her Nationality:  Caucasian.  She currently lives in Penrose, Colorado