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The Red Queen in her crown. YA and adult poetry. #WhirlingIntoFlame now available. I preserve moments in the glistening amber of language.

A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Garnet Visions

My heart is a crystal ball.

Peer into it, and tell me what you see.

With every beat, the story line is written

in this secret to growing

the magic of uncommon love

dripping with garnet.

Oh, of all the ways a woman can want a man!

It’s in the way she moves,

seems to float with every step

as she feels his presence.

Call up the taste of him on her lips.

Her favorite dessert.

The heat of a red hot desire

in the morning light,

midday sunrise,

dark of night.

Like sticky sweet taffy

upon an insatiable tongue

and her eyes,

the portals to a better world.

© Julia R. DeStefano


A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Just Where You Left Me

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked.

Your eyes saying more than your lips.

Aching to learn the overflowing secrets

of my Sophia Loren dress

as it pleaded: “Be good to me.

Make me feel like the queen of all things.”

My words fall short.

I must want it too much.

Like I care too much.

Desirous for someone to protect me as I them.

To not be the only one going

the extra moonlit mile.

I wasn’t cold, not until you left.

Pulling on my robe.

Cinching it ‘round my…


A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Running Season

The weird chill is upon me,
and I see you’re lacing up your running shoes —
not minding the snow blanketing our small earth
or the probability of slip and fall.
But there are whiteout conditions out there!
Surely, you’ll freeze to death.
Shivering outside love’s shelter.
And why the straitjacket?
We both know it can’t keep you warm
no matter how tight you pull.
With no finish line in sight,
how will you ever know when it’s time
to turn back towards this woman who’s missing you?
Or will the bell-like peal of her laugh
fade into distant memory like the sound of the…


A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Seems like a long time nothing much rang true. But I feel like something could happen. I feel like something could happen with you. ~Tom Petty, “Something Could Happen”

Poetry Surrounded Me

I was wrapped in white and blue.

A thin tie to twice-enclose

my little waist

and the secrets kept there.

A tortoise shell clip securing my titian locks.

My favorite platforms.

You wore wildness on your sleeve like your heart.

Filling in the blanks.

Not wanting to die full of questions.

Soaking up the elixir of my love.

And I could have…


A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Running Season

The weird chill is upon me,

and I see you’re lacing up your running shoes -

not minding the snow blanketing our small earth

or the probability of slip and fall.

But there are whiteout conditions out there!

Surely, you’ll freeze to death.

Shivering outside love’s shelter.

And why the straitjacket?

We both know it can’t keep you warm -

no matter how tight you pull.

With no finish line in sight,

how will you ever know when it’s time

to turn back towards this woman who’s missing you?

Or will the…


A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Miss August

I wish you’d taken that picture

when you said I looked like something out of a magazine,

perched atop the sea wall

with salt in my mermaid hair

and a bare leg peeking out from my emerald sundress.

“You’d be August, August 1955” -

your words dripping with the joy

written all over your face.

You tasted like the beach.

I wanted to be the ocean to cleanse you

as your kiss does me.

Envelop you in my octopus arms.

Love you like a woman should.

In the vast landscape stretched out…


A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Molasses

“There’s strength in vulnerability,”

she told me -

though the words rarely resound in my mind

until I’m in the thick of their stickiness,

like drowning in molasses.

A boa constrictor

wrapped ‘round the throat.

Squeezing mercilessly to let me know

that my beloved words no longer matter.

I wish I could find you in some small space -

tell you again how -

whether in or out of a pandemic,

the silence is deafening to me

because it’s the words

suddenly withheld

that bring on heartache

when left to fester

and trip over themselves.

That the days, though full,

become so raw I can hear snow falling.

That this hurts me deeply

because we’re so close.

But I guess I just did,

and that is strength in vulnerability.

© Julia R. DeStefano


A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Electric Shock at Sunset

I was sitting in his chair

Friday night, after dark —

special circumstances for sullen redheads.

You’ve faded,

the Stylist to the Stars said,

and I knew he was referring to more

than my tired locks, old with age.

I need to bring you back to life.

But what he was really saying was:

If you don’t trust yourself,

you will never be able to trust me

as he pulled shade after shade

out of his magic hat.

Eight o’clock, nine o’clock —

I, with nothing but time to give…


A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Invitation

Be like the flame

licking the sky’s lips

with fervor.

Come dancing

in the poetry of me.

© Julia R. DeStefano


A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

The Pie

Soft, gooshy, wet -

want what I have.

Mouth watering for me.

Whipped cream, caramel, chocolate drizzle

to get on your face

and stay with you

long after you’ve eaten.

Everything I am -

a taste like no other

full of texture, color,

just-baked heat with the steam rising.

That burst of flavor when you know me.

The surprise inside.

The way I melt around you.

Drip in all the right places.

Missing ingredient found

to explode on your taste buds.

Senses reeling in excitement.

From crust to filling to sauce to topping -

honey, I am a recipe all my own

to be savored.

I am the pie.

© Julia R. DeStefano

Julia R. DeStefano

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