The writings of Hunter Coch

Posts tagged “love

Etched in Agave

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Etched in agave,

With knives, youths passion professed,

But in time it wilts,

Falling to fertile sands

To give life to future love.

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Blood

Blood

Part of the visual poetry series


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Visual Poetry: Flame

Flame

Part of the visual poetry series


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Visual Poetry: Drive on

Part of the visual poetry series

Part of the visual poetry series


Visual Poetry: The Way 6 and 19

The Way 6 and 19

Part of the visual poetry series
Haiku originally appeared in The Way collection


The Way, A collection of 25 Haiku

The Way

1.

A river moves through

Stone and clay, weaving a path;

Its tenderness cuts.

2.

A tender flower,

Small, petite, living in stone.

The petals flutter.

3.

Old flame marks the trail,

Stone formations block my path,

I continue on.

4.

A nymphs’ paradise,

She dances on damp green grass,

A seductive grin.

5.

Suns’ ray touches dew,

Shows the magic of fungus

Growing on dead tree.

6.

She moves wickedly,

Between the shadows and light,

Touching her damp flesh.

7.

Ach! A thread of web,

It tickles the face with fear,

But no spider comes.

8.

Armadas of ants,

Cleaning the forest of death,

Thrice they block my path.

9.

From valley to hill,

Shaded path to sunny sky,

The way moves forward.

10.

High upon hilltop,

The heat grows, no shade to help,

Resting on dry dirt.

11.

Handsome nymph returns,

Covered in matted orange dust,

Dancing wildly.

12.

Rejuvenated,

White and gray clouds shatter light

Calming beating heart.

13.

Single flower sits,

Of peach and red apple hues,

A butterfly sips.

14.

Returning below,

Valley of oaks and willows,

A rippling creek.

15.

Sophia slithers,

Long and black with yellow stripes.

She crosses my path.

16.

Young bluejay perches,

His eyes follow as I walk,

Harsh and high chirps sound.

17.

Old oak of wisdom,

Standing tall on the journey,

Gnarled branches reach.

18.

Rippling creek stops,

Still pool sits by sacred grove,

Oaks and willows thrive.

19.

On a single stone,

She lies in a ray of light,

Dressed in natures way.

20.

Bug sits, a fish feeds

Small birds call, leaf falls then floats,

Trees speak in the breeze.

21.

Sitting on a stone

By a clear pool of water,

Seeing the magic.

22.

Cool wind as dusk nears,

And the trees shiver with life,

Anticipation.

23.

At the point of dusk,

From water a nymph rises,

Kissing naked lips.

24.

Lips pressed, desire.

Lips pulled into pond of glass,

Lips filled with rapture.

25.

Into cool wet void,

Falling into dark decay,

To sleep forever.

All haiku are numbered for future convenience. Some or all of these may end up as visual poetry.


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Visual Poetry: Kundalini

Part of the visual poetry series

Part of the visual poetry series


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The Dark Way

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Eyes
The eyes of nature
They follow and read the signs
And consume the dead.

Two Ghosts
You sit against life,
Under barren winter tree,
Where we met for secret love.

You held my hearts joy,
Under barren winter tree,
Together our bodies rot.

Withering Wind
From the north, wind blows,
A whispering wind that creeps,
Withering the soul.
Leaves fall in lonely forests,
The wind comes to those that call.

Summoned
He comes with arcane
Words and deeds to dark to say.
He leaves with a vow
To bring desires this way.

His price is me,
Lost,
Insane.

None
Empty land of stars,
Night in a winter desert,
Scent of the cold dust.


A Dance of Tantric Verse

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The Grave Stands Alone

 The grave stands alone,
 'til a couple comes to play,
  Lustful night they lay,
 Witnessed by only the bone.

Joys of earthly flesh,
 And the joining to one soul,
 Touch and pleasure stole,
On the grave, soil still fresh.

Palm to carnal skins,
 And silken wet breasts expose,
 And tender pink rose,
Touching brings sensual grins.

Snake of life does rise,
 Eyes to enlightenment's heights,
 Light to beauties sights,
Slither to Nirvana's prize,
'til is spoken, the last rites.

Tantric Dance

Dance the lovers' way, 
Under a moonless night's stay, 
Tantric play to some, 
And carnal delights do come, 
Until the dawns light breaks day.

Winters Play

Winter comes to rise,
 Pleasure by hearths fire,
 Spring is born anew.

Devil’s Wind

Lovers

The devil’s wind blows,
Nude in play
Under clear skies,
Dry heat flows through a winter day.

Air takes will to passions night,
Lovers play
Under starry light,
The devil’s wind blows.

Flesh to flesh,
Breast to breast,
The devil’s wind blows
From east into the west.

An opera sounds,
Of love and lust,
And pleasure sings,
The devil’s wind blows.

Taken heart and taken hand,
The devil’s wind blows
Across valleys of delight,
To shores of sand.

On the day that follows,
Night left behind,
Moments of rest,
The devil’s wind blows.

The devil’s wind blows,
And blows,
And blows,
The devil’s wind blows.