Zywa Our love will rain

Rain tingling on the lake
pinpricks in my skin
under the smooth water surface
I see you for a second
back again

However fast and far the water flows
the stones are still beneath the sand
heavy and visible without self-deceit
Sunk memories come
back again

I do miss you, our love
surrendered to rivers
and shared itself in the sea
once it will rain
back again

Poem 70
Train Amsterdam-Wijchen, 2007-05-10

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: heartbreak 
 

Zywa Interflowed

At night I'm not aware of anything
until suddenly there is the smell of orange
a man who talks to me
dressed in nothing
what leaves to guess

Sleeping I know everything
good and evil a man a man
a word a word and action
the world full of grounds and seed
from which a magical mixture grows

Dreaming I see sharp and soft
a struggle of grass and fur and
right through green and white
stream blue layers of air
interflowing colours

bed-free love

Poem 79
Moutier, 2007-06-14

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: surrender 
 

When you wrote my name

in the sand I wrote your name --


nicely over it.


Toen jij mijn naam schreefIn den Sand schreibst du
in het zand schreef ik jouw naam --deinen Namen und meinen --
er blij overheen.zierlich darüber.

Poem H0399
Amsterdam, 2012-12-14

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: romance 
 

Honeysuckle smell:

at night, there is nothing more --


around our kisses.


Kamperfoeliegeur:Der Geissblattgeruch:
's avonds is er verder niets --am Abend ist das alles --
om onze kussen.um uns're Küsse.

Poem H0401
Amsterdam, 2013-01-25

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: In love:  
 

A wink: I look back

he promises something, but --


what do I believe?


Een knipoog: ik kijkEin Augenzwinkern:
om, hij belooft iets, maar wat --es verspricht etwas, aber --
wil ik geloven?was will ich glauben?

Poem H0500
Amsterdam, 2013-07-09

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Contact: beginning 
 

She judges the men

unbuttoning, buttoning --


and she keeps looking.


Ze keurt de mannen,Sie kört die Männer,
knoopt de knoopjes van haar jurk --macht die Knöpfe des Kleides --
open en weer dicht.auf und wieder zu.

Poem H0510
Amsterdam, 2013-07-17

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: seducing 
 

With wide eye shadows

looking back at all the men:


my perky nipples.


Met grote ogenMit großen Augen
kijken naar al de mannen --blicken auf alle Männer --
mijn tepels terug.meine Brustwarzen.

Poem H0511
Amsterdam, 2013-07-17

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Confidence 
 

You softly knead love

into my skin, you mould me --


godly beautiful.


Zacht kneed jij liefdeDu knetest Liebe
in mijn huid, je boetseert mij --in meiner Haut, knetest mich --
goddelijk zo mooi.ganz göttlich, so schön.

Poem H0516
Amsterdam, 2013-07-23

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Contact: touch(ed) 
 

A man, a woman,

one home, one welcome, always --


a bed in their hearts.


Een man en een vrouwEin Mann, eine Frau,
één huis, één welkom, altijd --éin Haus, éin Wilkommen, stets --
een bed in hun hart.ein Bett im Herzen.

Poem H0613
Amsterdam, 2013-10-08

September 10th, 1983
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Home: security / comfort 
Dedicated to: Ton vdB 
Dedicated to: Annie O 
 

Unrest and patience

in my belly, my centre:


brotherly abreast.


Midden in mijn buikUnruh und Geduld
wonen onrust en geduld --sind mitten in meinem Bauch --
broederlijk samen.brüderlich zu zweit.

Poem H0835
Amsterdam, 2014-03-05

The center of the body (Hans Andreus) (1958)
Poem "Het midden van het lichaam" (collection "Zoon van Eros")
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Body: and mind 
Tribute to: Andreus, Hans 
 

Weightless, I am rocked,

embedded in the warm moon --


of your body curve.


Gewichtloos dein ik,Schwerelos schauklend
gebed in de warme maan --lieg' ich im warmen Mondbett --
van jouw lichaamskom.deines Körpertals.

Poem H1422
Amsterdam, 2016-05-01

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Safety: security / comfort 
Dedicated to: Dory dK 
 

Zywa marialoves@mail.me

Swimming pool conversations, half-naked
and touch-ready making an impression
yes
shiny rubbing each other in
under the hems and guess
yes
familiar curious innocence
of drowsing together

no
no desperate glances at him
no way for him to sound out if I
no
no embraces
no sweet words
      please
no conquest with my breasts
      and longing mouth
no
no making his heart skip
      with bated breath, waiting

saying no
long before
he asks me

Poem 859
Amsterdam, 2016-12-01

Ulysses (James Joyce) (1922)
Novel - ending
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: play 
Tribute to: Joyce, James 
 

Zywa Nesting

clothes put on to let them slip off
the cushion-wardrobes pulled
empty because you come

knock love into one another
at the sound of an ordinary
working day blown inside

holding our breath
over our long backs
scratching nails bathed soft

awaken warm folds
discover dozy skin
infinitely far our look

tongueling in my fumbled mouth
tingling in all ten of my toes
both arms wingspread

sink sighing in the depths
which unfold and you nest
yourself in and around me

Poem 1252
Amsterdam, 2017-04-05

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: sex 
 

Zywa I want you

To visit him again
even against better judgment
and to think beyond my freedom
that he knows who I am and does not
have to guess at I want you

To see him gaze and look away
from the body under my clothes
incapable to sit still
clueless how to behave
just sighing: I want you

That he will press celestial words
upon my lips, in the saliva of my
I want you, and we, passionately
will fight each other's words again
in our code language for I want you

Poem 1253
Amsterdam, 2017-04-06

I want you (Elvis Costello) (1986)
Song
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: In love: unanswered 
Tribute to: Costello, Elvis 
 

Zywa Our haystack

Stubble field
husks in the air
dry summer scents

poplar trees along the ditch
our haystack at the end
inside, out of sight

our cave
pulled and pushed
in the long yellow grass

I dream that I am with you
lying there, naked
like newborn animals

that's all
nothing else matters
we may die

that's our secret
mum doesn't understand
she is afraid

Poem 1447
Amsterdam, 2017-07-28

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Puberty 
 

Zywa Endplay

Forty, my body flames again
for a while, maybe six more years
The glands in my breasts engorge
my desire, with big eyes

I bounce between decency
and groping, tripping
over crooked paving stones
spying for an opportunity

Where is my husband now
that I need him to rip my clothes off?
Doesn't he smell
that he should be with me?

The foreplay of my wrap skirt
a raised leg, the winking
of my half-hidden butterfly and
the promise of my powder puff

Poem 1570
Amsterdam, 2017-10-18

Farfalla = butterfly, vulva
Her powder puff: Il suo piumino da cipria, from the story "La signora Speranza" - I ("Mrs. Hope", 1903, Luigi Pirandello)

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: People: women 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
Tribute to: Pirandello, Luigi 
 

Untranslatable

are all these things you can feel!


so go outside now!


Onvertaalbaar, watUnübersetzbar,
je allemaal voelen kunt!was man alles fühlen kann!
Ga nu naar buiten!Geh jetzt nach draußen!

Poem H1996
Zandvoort aan Zee, 2018-01-30

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Senses 
 

Zywa It is love

I don't need to ask anything
his shyness on my chest
says enough, breathing softly

over my skin next to
his warm cheeks
there is nothing more beautiful

than this, it is love
I can't do anything about it
I didn't do anything for it

it is a gift, the most beautiful
feeling a person can have
the peace of his surrender

to my gratitude
I will never forget this
it is an answer

forever, definite
if a promise
can be

unspoken

Poem 2015
Amsterdam, 2019-01-06

Love Recap (Saj T T) (2019)
Poem published on AllPoetry.com
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: bond 
Dedicated to: Saj T T 
 

Zywa Intimate work of art

My body becomes a wreck
if I don't take care of it
and am dissatisfied

if it's not all that beautiful
as it seems, and so much
should change what can't be done

I see shiny people everywhere
they devote their bodies
as temples

of flesh, bones, and blood
to plastic beauty
or something higher

but my temple is for myself
a work of art
of my mind

that listens
when my body calls
for recognition and tenderness

to give and to receive
I am not an avatar
but intimately myself

Poem 2176
Amsterdam, 2019-03-23

Intimacy (2019)
Book "Intimiteit"
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: for yourself 
Dedicated to: Siera Mayhew 
Tribute to: Verhaeghe, Paul 
 

Poem 2318
Amsterdam, 2019-06-29

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: change / end 
 

This little belly

of mine: I'm as beautiful --


as my very soul.


Ja, ik heb een buikJa, das ist der Bauch,
die ik niet verberg: ik ben --schaue mal, ich bin so schön --
zo mooi als mijn ziel.wie meine Seele.

Poem H2573
Amsterdam, 2019-10-05

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Confidence 
 

Like me, my cat speaks

without complicated words:


our body language.


Mijn poes spreekt een taalMeine Katze spricht
zonder moeilijke woorden:ohne schwierige Worte:
onze lichaamstaal.die Körpersprache.

Poem H2681
Amsterdam, 2020-03-30

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Communication 
 

Zywa And then, once more

Halfway I chatter chatter
teasingly to make you small
and then

I lick you big again, I smear
the pleasure, mixed
with the evening light

the blades on the ceiling
the long curtains, the yellow
of the walls and the two thick

armchairs of green-brown earth
A warm sigh floats over
our sweat of satisfaction

and then, once more
in me, your name, my name
whispering rhythmically

confused, my hair jumbled up
scents in our blood, and then
you can, then I am

Poem 4034
Amsterdam, 2021-10-19

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: sex 
 

I dream me with you:

tacitly I take my clothes --


off for your desire.


Ik droom me bij jou:Träumen: stillschweigend
stilzwijgend kleed ik me uit --ziehe ich mich für dich aus --
voor jouw verlangen.für dein Verlangen.

Poem H3088
Egmond aan Zee, 2021-10-25

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
 

In your sleep I reach

for you and I nestle you --


entirely in me.


In jouw slaap zoek ikIn deinem Schlaf komm
jou op en nestel ik je --ich zu dir und ich niste --
helemaal in mij.dich völlig in mir.

Poem H3259
Amsterdam, 2022-04-06

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: intimacy 
Dedicated to: Dory dK 
 

Zywa Stroke the skin of my soul

Are you coming, today
I like to look at you again
laugh with you
and listen to you

Come, walk around
in my house, let me
look at you, the step aside
the tension of your buttocks

and your lips
that will kiss me
your hands that are allowed
to do everything I long for

I will not ask too much from you
you don't have to commit yourself
not for longer than I live
not to what you fear

You don't have to take care of me
just leave me alone
when I'm sick
It's enough

that you think of me

Poem 4541
Amsterdam, 2022-06-20

(Poem 1484. Skin of my soul (August 2nd, 2017) about the Frog Prince / Frog King)
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: intimacy 
 

Zywa Stroke the soul of my skin

I don't look away
from the mirror, my
body that does not look
like the soul of my skin
knows it was
and can still point out
with fingers of desire
and memory eyes

I seduce yours
to touch me
eagerly hesitant
without knowing what
you are doing, going to do
have done, where
you stop, tingling
and devouring

streaming over
me, in me and
worldwide, sea
in sea, soul in soul
heart to heart
sigh in sigh
blood in blood
peace in peace

Poem 4543
Amsterdam, 2022-06-20

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
 

Zywa Anatomical Theatre

I voluntarily undress
for the professor and her assistants
They lead me to the middle

in the half-dark circle
of curious students
who seek the connection

between my naked legs
and the light jiggle
of the white shirt

I put my eyes down
and follow the instructions
as if I see myself in a movie

Pressed onto the table
I turn around with a smile
in the circle of light

the pleasant heat
of attention, a dream
of thin voices

Poem 4610
Amsterdam, 2022-08-15

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Identity: body 
 

Hips are everything

between them, the flowering --


of the human soul.


Heupen zijn allesHüften sind alles
wat ertussen zit, de bloei --dazwischen, der Blütenstand --
van de mensenziel.der Menschenseele.

Poem H3511
Amsterdam, 2022-10-21

The House on Mango Street (Sandra Cisneros) (1984)
Book, chapter "Hips"
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Body: procreation 
Keyword: Soul 
Tribute to: Cisneros, Sandra 
 

To be healed I want

in the hospital I want --


to be an object.


Genezen wil ikHeilen möchte ich
in het ziekenhuis wil ik --im Krankenhaus möchte ich --
wel een object zijn.wohl ein Objekt sein.

Poem H3554
Amsterdam, 2022-10-31

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Disease: care 
 

The world is spinning

now that you're gone, I must stand --


real still not to fall.


De wereld tolt nuDu bist weg, die Welt
jij weg bent, ik moet stilstaan --dreht sich, ich muss still stehen --
om niet te vallen.um nicht zu fallen.

Poem H3555
Amsterdam, 2022-10-31

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Sadness: mourning 
 

Of your friends you know

even blindfolded, groping --


easily who's who.


Van vrienden weet jeVon Freunde weiß man
ook geblinddoekt, op de tast --mit Augenbinde, tastend --
meteen wie wie is.sofort, wer wer ist.

Poem H3786
Amsterdam, 2023-04-03

The immensity (Emanuele Crialese) (2022)
Film "L'immensità"
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Friendship: bond 
Tribute to: Crialese, Emanuele 
 

There's a strange hand with

pointing fingers on my thigh --


and it excites me.


Er ligt een vreemdeEine zeigende
wijzende hand op mijn dij --Hand liegt auf meinen Schenkel --
en dat windt mij op.und das erregt mich.

Poem H4270
Amsterdam, 2023-11-01

The Loneliness of Skin (Marlene Dumas) (1983)
Painting
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Body: naked 
Tribute to: Dumas, Marlene 
 

Zywa The trick of sex

Anatomy is simple
there are billions of examples
of women like me

reproduction chambers
in a sturdy pelvis
bowels full of building blocks around it

That is the round core
of my body, my existence
Two mighty legs underneath

to get the food
and a thin superstructure
for support services

I'm used to it, I learned
to like it, that's the trick
of sex

The rest is also imagination
my ethics and my civilization
Together with you, I believe in it

Poem 2607
Amsterdam, 2020-01-03

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Illusions:  
 

Zywa Spiegel Hand mirror Venus

In the mountain with my man
of fire I have nothing to do
but to be happy

To entertain me
I sometimes appear
as a white virgin

in the world
before envious eyes and
unstoppable craving

to physically rediscover
myself once again
as new

My night and day last
longer than a human year
of the boys and the men

who string their shields
to the cords of my dress
falling open, showing

my beauty to be touched
to have the fragrant spring
of their foaming cream

massaged into my skin
of rose petals, being happy
without doing anything

Poem 1241
Amsterdam, 2017-03-24

Aphrodite
The symbol for the hand mirror became the symbol for Venus; the symbol for spear en shield became the symbol for Mars

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: People: women 
 

Zywa Nanannana

Men among each other
having good laughs
at the ostrich girls

they are seeing in women:
big eyes looking up at them
They trim the little skirts

they blow up the breasts
they push the mouths round –
for each of them a candy girl

each of them a Betty
Betty Boop or Betty Bum
downy hands, downy belly

beefy girls, but downy women
they cannot fly away
and want sex all the time

Betty Boop or Betty Bum
in the boys' world
of men among each other

Poem 1427
Amsterdam, 2017-06-22

Nanan = sweets, candy
Nana = girlfriend
An ostrich is a sexually mature chick with down and stunted wings

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: People: men 
 

Zywa If only I live

Just let me dance
and throw me off the mountain
away from the boring life
of the molluscs at the table

I prefer to go through the gate
of the gods and enter the world
tired of toil and reverse
dancing in the evenings

callouses under my feet
burning my intestines
if only I live, dancing
for myself and the neighbours

Just throw me out of the castle
off the stage in the dining hall
where the nobles feast
in clouds of perfume and beer

against the stench in the niches
where they urinate and defecate
for a kiss on my hand they come
to grope me, unnoticed

Poem 1240
Amsterdam, 2017-03-23

The mountain: Olympos, where the gods live
Terpsichore entered the world through the Gate of the Gods (Bab-Ilim, Babylon)

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Freedom: 
 

Zywa Yes, but
pure

I can't just dress
as I want, even at home in my skin-
coloured shirt I close the curtains

so every now and then I must go
to the busy part of the beach
to see in many strange eyes
that I am beautiful, a pretty safe
making men and women curious

but only to fantasies
do I show myself, not to be undressed
and touched, but for
fantasies about yes-but and how
I would be on other days, a matter

of attention and sensing
how caring and prudent I am -
and then losing sleep over it

Poem 1237
Amsterdam, 2017-03-23

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Beauty: body 
 

Zywa How a hand

How a kiss feels, a hand
that is groping me
I don't talk about that

I watch it curiously
in the darkness of a movie theater
or at home, where I can press the pause

safely can surrender
to the thrill and merge
into the image, into the text

the uncovered terms
between wanting and not wanting
which assault me

with almost real hands

Poem 1235
Amsterdam, 2017-03-21

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Contact: touch(ed) 
 

Zywa Nice uncomfortably

In bed it is nice
lying uncomfortably
feeling myself on all sides

more than one and a half
square meters of skin
exactly fitting

filled with warm feelings
that is me, in the flesh

The stretching
of my back and limbs
may have some cost

of shouting for attention
before they can relax and go
to sleep after the discharge

Poem 1234
Amsterdam, 2017-03-21

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Body: naked 
 

Zywa Dancing

has
dancing
begun as
an exercise

a ritual fight to
be strong together
and did it develop into
what we understand by it

a light-footed walking and
embracing each other
free from worries
without being

naked

is dancing
just a fighting
game, to lose who
you have been so far

a cautiously performed
exploration and a training
whether the future can
be lived together and

whether you are
admitting me
and I you
for real

Poem 1451
Amsterdam, 0000-00-00

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: play 
 

Zywa The Love Expert

shows me Venus
in her mirror: without clothes
pearls or gold am I there
impressing myself

     That is love, genuine
     love inside, precious
     Each woman coming here
     would wish she had it

     Now the time has come
     because you have come
     so seize the day today
     for a happy end

     Give up small wishes
     resignation and patience
     only then there will be space
     for The Grand to be fulfilled


Confused I leave the tent
Did she look through me
and does she know more than I do?
Who will I meet in a moment?

A boy is calling, Madam
Madam, here around the corner!
Please come along, there is a café
and you are looking, aren't you?


He takes my hand and I know
now it may happen, it is
about seeing opportunities
and people

Poem 1452
Amsterdam, 2017-07-29

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Together: meeting 
 

Zywa Let go

Dear mama, there's really no need to despair
for no man will touch me because I'm prepared
if smiles are no good I've a spray in my jack
and also I carry a stone in my pack

and we sang toothelaa, toothelee, toothelaahayhay

My daughter, dear daughter, why hurry, please listen
and demonstrate later, it saves you regret
a flattering boy will get round your resistance
he'll take you apart and will lay you in bed

and we sang toothelaa, toothelee, toothelaahayhay

Dear mama, the boy that was walking with me
has taught me the future is open and free
much greater and brighter than you've ever known
it started this weekend, these days time has flown!

And we sang toothelaa, toothelee, toothelaahayhay

The leader, she urged us: lie down and go slow
relax completely and let yourself go
and also she told me: you're not a little child
get rid of the spray and the stone, and she smiled

and we sang toothelaa, toothelee, toothelaahayhay

We kissed and we cuddled until it was light
it lasted too short, that very first night
oh mama, dear mama, it's true, I can tell
it's fun to protest, but it's tiring as well

and we sang toothelaa, toothelee, toothelaahayhay

No mama, dear mama, I'm through with your stress
this young man, he gave me his name and address
we'll marry, perhaps with a baby, we three
and happy we'll sing: this protest set us free

Poem 1698
Amsterdam, 2018-03-10

Go limp (Nina Simone) (1964)
Song (basic text 1963 by Alex Comfort)
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Puberty 
Tribute to: Simone, Nina 
Tribute to: Comfort, Alex 
 

Zywa Not just

You can't just kiss me
in public for no reason
Should I cover my lips?
Are they too exposed
too red for you?

You can't just roll up
my shirt, unhook my bra
no matter how enjoying
my back arches
under your nails

You can't just undress me
if you feel like it
as if I feel the same
and it is allowed at all times
because I love you

You cannot just take for granted
how it goes, love remains
as it has begun
attentive and gentle
It has everything to lose

Poem 1456
Amsterdam, 2017-07-29

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: intimacy 
 

Zywa Solarium

Village boys drive the harvest
princesses through Main Street

the eels in the source swim
answers for the lovers

who seek assurances, but we
lie on the attic mattress

and repeat what should never
end, we know it for sure

in every cell of our body
More real we cannot feel

like no one can reason away
diseases or torture, so

let us, weightlessly heavy, sink away
together in the smell of angelica

Poem 1242
Amsterdam, 2017-03-24

Solarium = sun room, attick
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Puberty 
 

Zywa On a floormattress

I stay with you, on a floor mattress
beside your bed, we wish

a future without hurrying anything
maybe test each other

see and hear each other
talk, to know and find

a hold in each other's eyes
what this is about

and whether love can be more
or different, whether our love can be

complete and we may
say the vows, daring

to believe them

Poem 1236
Amsterdam, 2017-03-23

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: wish (expressed) 
 

Zywa The weighty mystery

He comes in me, I am open
and soft, there's a storm rising
Helplessly I bob in the flood
over the still empty earth

I'm afraid of being hurt
and going to bleed inside
I even might pass away
yet I feel peace

Deep within me, deeper and deeper
the waves rise and roll
They ravish me, massage me
and unfold my inner body

They reveal more and more
skin inside me, they lift me
with sweet convulsions
until I flood

and no longer have an exterior
absorbed in the beautiful power
of his warm, living buttocks
and then the weighty mystery

of his balls and the birdie
growing in my hand, coming in me
I melt into a quivering plasma
in the colours of the rainbow

Poem 2457
Amsterdam, 2019-10-20

Lady Chatterley's lover (David Lawrence) (1928)
Novel (chapter 12)
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: sex 
Tribute to: Lawrence, David 
 

Zywa Birdie

He comes in without a word
undresses and points at me
from his golden locks of hair

with the power of his lordship
the natural armament of men
overbearing and selfish

but an overwhelming pleasure
when it enters me, rhythmically
taking me into ecstasies

making me drift
beyond any awareness
of bodily limits

Afterward, again
the wonder of the birdie
growing

with the slightest touch
of my lips, my tongue
and his desire

Poem 2458
Amsterdam, 2019-10-20

Lady Chatterley's lover (David Lawrence) (1928)
Novel (chapter 14)
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: sex 
Tribute to: Lawrence, David 
 

Zywa Only now I don't feel ashamed

Only now I don't feel ashamed
of the pleasure, only now
that I know it

There was a danger
in my belly, abuse
would be my fate, shame

would punish me, and also
my parents and my sisters
all of them would suffer

if I didn't keep my distance
to protect the sacred
from animal lewdness

Only now I don't feel ashamed
I surrender to his lust
that ignites me, heats

and consumes me, chafes
my insides and breasts, and dies
in my soul, burning with joy

Poem 2459
Amsterdam, 2019-10-20

Lady Chatterley's lover (David Lawrence) (1928)
Novel (chapter 16)
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
Tribute to: Lawrence, David 
 

Zywa Honey

I walk past your house
I look for you in my bed, I dream
of your eyes, your beautiful hair

I grab you and don't let go
I take you to my mother, I long
for your hands, your strong arms

You bring me in your room
you put your head against my breasts, you feel
the pigeons in my breath

The winter is past, the rains are over
bushes and trees come into bloom, they rejoice
and sing with the birds

You take my veil away
you kiss my lips, you lick
the honey from my mouth

You see me more beautiful than the dawn
and the moon, with all my heart
is feed your desire

Poem 1446
Amsterdam, 2017-07-28

Song of Songs (Song of Solomon)
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Desire: 
Keyword: Bible^ 
 

Zywa Feelosophical

The storms have been weathered
the winds and the seas
the most important remains

the incomprehensible mystery
that you like to be with me
exposed to my hands

and my kisses, naked
beside me and, with a sigh
make us both feel

that life is good
our feelings are grown up now
we know the heaven of the skin

the twinkling stars
the sun in which we melt
and wake up anew

beauty surrounds our bed
in the mirror palace
with words and by touch

my tongue follows the tips
of my fingers over you
eyes lips chest and belly
                 chest and belly

and the warm trail
of your breath creates me
eyes lips chest and belly
                 chest and belly

Poem 154
Amsterdam, 2010-10-07

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: nourishes 
 

Zywa Finger eyes

I shape you, foot by foot
massage your soles and heels
From the slices of your tarsal bones
I follow the traces through your body
to the heartbeat of your soul

The pinching helps me to understand you
cell by cell I discreetly sense
your dreams, what is streaming
I feel that love discloses your skin
and recognize who you are, inside

I shape you, touch you
massage you, touch you
I caress your outs and ins, seeing
with amorous finger eyes who
you are – I understood your soul

Poem 152
Amsterdam, 2010-10-02

Reflexology
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Contact: touch(ed) 
Dedicated to: C W 
 

Zywa Crotch animals

On a throne of pillows I lay you down
an aureole of hair is your crown
our eyes are lights in the gloaming

Desire is all that dances and swings
our swelled lips form a kiss that sings
and seals the enchantment of loving

crotch animals who play together
eager to caress each other
in passionate wondering

we let our wildest wishes flood
release the scents of our blood
from the waving dismantling

Poem 81
Flight Amsterdam-Marseille, 2007-06-14

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: sex 
 

Poem 1389
Amsterdam, 2017-06-03

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: wish (thought) 
Keyword: Spring^ 
 

Zywa Yes Yes

Under me are your hands warming
my buttocks, you knead and feel
whether they tighten already, we play

lipping and licking, with each other's
softest skin and postpone

to choose between feeling and
touching, or turning around
for both at the same time, we burn

inextinguishable love in our desire
I shiver, the window is wide open

it's too late for shame
by the neighbours or to get up
yes yes open me, the whole world

is vibrating in me, in all my cells
the symphony of my life

Poem 1239
Amsterdam, 2017-03-23

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
 

Zywa Flowing body

You are a flowing body
of water in the river
just like me

rolling around you
my alluring nymph
you run fast and deep

ripple over hard rocks
and leave them smoother
in your sparkling wake

We caress the fish
embrace the water lilies
and rustle with the reeds

let us stay, it is good
here, the birds too
are swinging back

my fluvial dear
I don't want us
to reach the sea

Poem 2013
Amsterdam, 2019-01-06

she is a river (Conner M) (2018)
Poem published on AllPoetry.com
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: play 
Dedicated to: Conner M 
 

Zywa And I want you

On blue days you are blowing
to high skies and clouds
snow white you kiss the peaks
where you nestle in bliss

In spring you plough
wrinkles, down, down
in smooth folds you want
to flow over the earth

and I

want you

your water – drink you
feel you steamy – deep, deep
inside me – chasing
until I am no longer there

come waves, come – pave ways
come, flow, flow – through me
I collect all your love
in oceans and seas

Poem 1448
Amsterdam, 2017-07-28

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Desire: wish-dream 
 

Zywa My father's big smile on Good Couple's Day (11/22)

Given in marriage, my father
with a big smile at the table
smelling of leather
his big hands

that begin his speech
with a heavy ruffle
on the shoulder of my love:
on him, I can count

He beats a burden
out of his heart, into my husband
we toast and drink
from crystal goblets

bigger than our face
a circle of distorting mirrors
in the crystal balls
we enjoy ourselves

the witnesses get drunk
they have been married for a long time
and don't care about the moon nor
beds that are waiting, asleep

Poem 1247
Amsterdam, 2019-12-28

ii [yoi]=good/happy, fuufu=couple
ii=11 sounds like ii=good, and fuufu=november sounds like fuufu=couple

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Marriage / Wedding 
 

Zywa Bridal

Giving myself bridal and true
but still less than half the truth
with genes that dance like marionettes
on the beat of civil decency

My heart is floating
in the sky, sunlit
bleeding with the moon

The wind blows a mummywill
in me, drifts in front of my eyes
an appropriate daddypicture

Fingers invent me
anew from within
they open me
for brideschildren on earth

Poem 1248
Amsterdam, 2017-04-01

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: surrender 
 

Zywa Our new home

My cabinet with books is in the street
for the taking, the chair next to it
One more moment I sit on it

thinking of obsolete dreams
and our new home where
our own fairytale has its beginning

our new dreams
of children running and spinning
around by the anchor

of our desire
tired in the evening, taking a bath
and sleeping in our hearts

Poem 1243
Amsterdam, 2017-03-24

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Expectation 
 

Zywa Müntschi

Thunder and rain
but the sheets caress me
It's not a dawn yet

You blow little kisses in my ear
Wake up, I want to smell
in your blood

Touch me, make me more beautiful
than I am, turn around, kiss me
desire me and make me happy

Let velvet bumblebees buzz
in me, on me, around me
let me shine and fly

let your little kissing mouths
float away from my skin
like velvet petals

to the sea of stars
filling the whole sky and
making me feel fine forever

Poem 1454
Amsterdam, 2017-07-29

SWITZERLAND Müntschi = little mouths, little kisses
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Love: sex 
 

Poem 1455
, 2017-07-29

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Pregnancy 
 

Zywa Breathing together

The sweetest words I invented
were for daddy, they beat in my heart
and now they are for you

I thought I was an adult
as people can be
but I am so just now

that my brain is converted
(really, it does know that)
with new breasts and arms

which in future will be clumsily
empty awaiting you
when you are elsewhere

I am happy
if you are, we breathe
together forever

Poem 947
Amsterdam, 2017-01-11

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Parents: mother(hood) 
Dedicated to: Karin J J 
 

Zywa Stepgranny

Tramps are the fairytales of the city

thinly disguised threats, grinning
teeth over my pram
Why don't we do anything about that?

I have so trained myself in just
being nice like a pansy
strong and unaffected

by storms of wounds
amorousness and resistance
I have so trained myself in

smiling thoughts

but a child, my child
will not kiss a pocked toad
or vagrant prince

no matter how true it may be
that evil fairies, old queens
witches, hungry giants, and wolves

just are my fear
of empty, exhausted love
Just are my fear

Poem 1249
Amsterdam, 2017-04-02

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Fear: uncertainty 
 

Zywa
     Collection:   Eyes lips chest and belly
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