Self-Published Chapbook by

Maryann Hazen


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Poetry from Flesh Stone by Maryann Hazen © 1999-2000

All Rights Reserved. Do not reproduce or distribute
without the expressed written consent of the author.

Indigo Moon
by Maryann Hazen © 1999

I hold the moon in my mouth,
flick my jolting eyes
stare out over the crest
of your pounding head
pounding head
waiting for something
to come, for us.
Raw repetition waiting
for something in the Here
and Now. Perhaps waiting
in our very own flesh
and blood in Here.

Headboard smacking sheet rock.
It comes for us.

I torque damp sheets
beneath my heels
switchblade shoulders
four crescent each palm.

It comes for us
a purple triple phase;
swell surge swoon.

My teeth grind the moon squirts
my burning burning throat
Don't mention this.
Man in the moon.
Moon in my mouth.
Master the maiden of mercy.

Night Vision
by Maryann Hazen © 1999

At the mere sight of twilight - Night
rises up to spray the vast
firmament of deep
(yes deep) blue with spangled
stars spank the creamy
skin of his precious
fleshy soul.

Behind the neck of Night
my funneled eyes,
my tunneled throat
inhales fumes of lust
his thrust (the gist of it)
sticks to the skin
of his thigh a sigh of

damp leaves blown
up a trembling pant leg
by slippery peripheral winds
which can come along, lap
the edge of
my scent.

Fingers fondle globes that flicker
beneath my
dripping lids.

by Maryann Hazen © 1999

I am in your eye,
blind pearl of wisdom.
A myopic languishing
for the tenderness of together.
I sip from your palm,
lick iron ore from your flesh,
knuckle golden silt from
creases in your thighs.

My breasts press against this cotton
nipples skim the surface
of my spirit to wink in the sun.
To capture a glimpse of you.

I walk in my skin,
dance in my bones
smooth and slow.
My hips swivel through rock
knees bent and surge against
the current of you sparkling.

Embroidered words to willing ears.
Stammered thoughts like spinning,
clinking coins - creek bed pebbles -
my copper penny poetry.
When will you come
to my senses?


Points of Observation*
by Maryann Hazen © 1999

*Written while contemplating the possible wondrous
benefits of making love with someone who is visually
impaired, which might not be such a bad handicap at

His fingers taste this flesh;
a buttered Braille.
Rounds of shoulders extend,
end in digits forked and five.

His fingers read this oval face;
lids and lashes lay above,
center elevated here,
below lips moist and smiling.

Breathing, blinking, thinking…
caressing imperfections
tender touch and go.

His fingers ask along neck down
fill cupped hands.
Gently nipping at the tips
he strokes the slope
to lay palms flat on either bone
to smooth and still these
warm flesh thighs
these warm flesh thighs.
Breathing, breathing, breathing…

Fingers heated creep below
to knee caps dimpled in the back
to swells of calves and ankle bones
then slide the length of body up
in one electric static stroke…
inhale good God inhale.

His fingers seek this mouth to hear
"It's me".


by Maryann Hazen © 1999

Can I
hold the measure,
contain the pleasure you
pour into me - deep inside me
I can.

Should there
be no other
release, for two such as
we, to cup and fill to the brim,
just so.

Like this,
eclipse of lust -
of the night, of the heat,
the trembling eruption and flow
of you.

May you
take the measure
of me, keep it in so
I sigh, may you take this pleasure,
may I.

Poetry from Flesh Stone by Maryann Hazen © 1999-2000
All Rights Reserved. Do not reproduce or distribute
without the expressed written consent of the author.
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