Poetry by Jose' Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

Smear of HaikuSmear of Haiku (calendar)

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Lustrous-smooth and fine Touch me soft, lingering smile Loving me just so, silken Flame, perpetual glow, always O’er my one and endless sigh... ©2009 j.a.o.a.

La Crème des Cerises (The cream of cherries)La Crème des Cerises (The cream of cherries) (CD)

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When I flirt, the sheet of quiet I spread through the air, hold fast two ends as it alights softly on the bed where life is lived amid the ardor of our souls and in the moaning shadows, your flesh I grab, twist and gently Force your gorge boldly stab through in fictive play for these words are the way I play ©2009 j.a.o.a.

Calix Meus InebriansCalix Meus Inebrians (book)

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Calix Meus Inebrians--While we bring the chalice to our lips to imbibe the passion of our hearts, words become the substance of the wine—words that string out into lines and stanzas—words that weave into allusions and illusions—words that form a means to transport us to the elusive place where we’re willing to indulge in the ultimate experience—love. As Calix Meus Inebrians (my chalice inebriates me) the following poems are rendered as a celebration of the fusion of the flesh; may it serve as a way to the melding of souls—in love. ©2008 j.a.o.a.

Calix Meus Inebrians iiiCalix Meus Inebrians iii (book)

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Calix Meus Inebrians iii If I could call you by name, Woman, I would call you Passion, and I’d thank you profusely because When I submit to your gaze, I feel your ocean-like caress rippling ---Jose’ Antonio Orellana Artolozaga

Calix Meus Inebrians iiCalix Meus Inebrians ii (book)

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I want to ask you like the most hardened man would request of the most gentle woman on earth: I want to ask you to teach me to be loved without loving, and In your lessons will you include a method of imbibing the mellowest wine, passion rose’ pricking my intents bare? Create the maximum illusion, then show me how to abandon it pitiless like a thorn fated drunkenness no longer magically infused. Show me your wild eyes of dark ardency, fan my flame o’er your desolate forest cloaked in shimmering garb, my blinding night. Bewitched. My heart, lead me back to the place where I left everything. The greatest wish, secure and bright, trustfully magnificent to your delight for I do understand, and I too bleed for you. Love, how madly I love you. That is all, There is no more. You own me. Goodnight my darling --Jose’ Antonio Orellana Artolozaga