MARK JOHN JUNOR : Writing

words to obscure

words to obscure

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


if you were herewould you see me the same as you see me in my wordswould your lovely soft lips recite with suchfeeling the words you sayif you were he..
so i may be your dawn

so i may be your dawn

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


tell me it was all a dreamtell me the beautiful wishing doesn't have to endthat a thousand years of golden kisses anda universe of given completely to..
harlot of pen and page

harlot of pen and page

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


walkin slow in the heat an hazeour words got beyond our intentsshe said i was a harlot of pen and pageliving for that breathless momentwhen reader ext..
taste of her dreadlock beauty's hand

taste of her dreadlock beauty's hand

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


she forgives the notionthat her photographs are imagesto her they are epic talesto her they are living creatures with lives of their ownthey speak to ..
motel mirror

motel mirror

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


truths triage could not spare him as he wastrying to look angelic on a boatload of sinnershes chained to his uttered story despite its flawshe wrote i..
heartbeats and whispers

heartbeats and whispers

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


sultry breeze stirs lifts the soft curtain of nightand shows in deliciously warm lightthe curves and subtle lines of my loverher breathing one of drea..
grape of wrath

grape of wrath

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


the backyard lawn freshly cutprovides vivid perfected image of summerhalf in shadow of the rubber treehalf in unyielding sunlighti feel at peace drink..
the rain had

the rain had

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


her untainted eye waitsas the edge of light is eclipseddarkness fills the motel roomsound from the next room muffled but pureunintended they fill this..
a devil of regrets in the disguise

a devil of regrets in the disguise

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


i found her in a field of flowersdancing slow to the summer songlost in her mind to the dream of a broken heartdancing sensual with her dreams of love..
bury my bones

bury my bones

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR


i promise not to bury my bonestill we are good and done with emi promise not to wear my heart on my sleeve forevery skirt that skitters past mepromise..