JOHN MARVIN P. ENORE – YEHOSHUA: ADON OLAM AIBISHTER

Title: YEHOSHUA: ADON OLAM AIBISHTER

Author: JOHN MARVIN P. ENORE

ISBN: 9781476169804

Page count: 38

Genre: GAY EROTIC LOVE POETRY

Price: $3.00

 

Author Bio:

THE AUTHOR IS JOHN MARVIN P. ENORE WHO HAS WRITTEN MORE THAN 12 BOOKS ALREADY SINCE MARCH 2012. HE IS ALSO AN ARTIST, A POET, A WRITER, A POLYGLOT AND A GENIUS. HE GRADUATED FROM THE DE LA SALLE UNIVERSITY, AND TOOK UP EUROPEAN STUDIES AS HIS MAJOR. HE NOW PLANS TO CONTINUE HIS MFA FOR CREATIVE WRITING IN THE SAME UNIVERSITY. HE WORKS AS A FULL-TIME AUTHOR AND SOMETIMES ACCEPTS SMALL PROJECTS RELATED TO WRITING AND ART.

 

Tell us about your book:

MY BOOK IS DEDICATED TO MY BELOVED FUTURE BOYFRIEND JOSHUA MARQUINA WHO INSPIRED ME SO MUCH TO WRITE A WHOLE BOOK OH EROTIC LOVE POETRY ENTIRELY ALL FOR HIM. THE TITLE MEANS JOSHUA: THE MASTER OF THE WORLD MOST HIGH AND IT IS A BIT BLASPHEMOUS FOR I USED THE TWO SACRED NAMES OF GOD TO DESCRIBE HOW MUCH JOSHUA MEANS TO ME.

 

How long did it take to write the book?

NOT SO LONG. JUST A DAY. I WRITE FAST AND I ALREADY HAVE A LOT OF POEMS ABOUT HIM IN STORE. I JUST HAVE TO COLLATE IT AND MAKE A BOOK OUT OF IT IN JUST ONE HOUR.

 

What inspired you to write the book?

MY PURE AND TRUE LOVE FOR JOSHUA MARQUINA, MY SERAPHINE, MY BREATH-TAKER, ART-INSPIRER

 

Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?

NO NOT REALLY. IF YOU SEE JOSHUA HIMSELF, HE IS TOO BEAUTIFUL THAT YOU WOULD WANT TO WRITE POEMS ABOUT HIM TOO. MY ROUTINE IS JUST WRITE AND WRITE EVERYDAY UNTIL I NEED TO SLEEP ALREADY. I CAN MAKE TEN POMS A DAY VERY EASILY AND WRITE A LONGER PROSE PIECE TOO IN THE PROCESS.

 

What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?

FEEL THE LOVE AND ADMIRATION AND EVEN THE OBSESSION THAT ONE MAY FEEL BY JUST LOOKING AND FALLING IN LOVE WITH A WONDERFUL PERSON. THIS IS THE UNIVERSAL EMOTION AND CELEBRATION OF FEELINGS THAT EVERYONE WOULD BE ABLE TO SHARE AND KNOW.

 

Where can we go to buy your book?

YOU CAN BUY IT DIRECTLY FROM ME OR FROM THIS WEBSITE:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/143893

 

Any other links or info you’d like to share?

FOR MORE INFO ABOUT ME AND MY OTHER WORKS, PLEASE SEE THIS AUTHOR PROFILE OF MINE IN GOODREADS WHICH I CONSTANTLY UPDATE:

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5768055.John_Marvin_P_Enore

 

Excerpt from book:

MIZUAGE

Joshua,

The one I love,

Is sleeping on my lap.

He moans lightly

As if there are feathers

Growing out from

His cherry-sweet lips.

He breathes in and out,

The sound of clouds

Mating in the morning.

Joshua stirs in his sleep

And calls me by my name

He reaches for my hand

And touches it lightly

But he never opens

His eyes of granite

And crystalline absinthe.

Was he dreaming?

Was he thinking of me too?

Was he seeing this poor boy

Of me, dressed in a kimono

Of fallen leaves, and

Dead petals,

All made up with white cream.

And my hair so fine

So bluing-black, tied tight

With a jewelled-comb

Till I am all pretty

Like a true woman.

I smile.

And Joshua smiled too.

He opened his eyes and say

“Thank God I am with you.”

Then he kissed me

On the lips and started

The song of the universe

Flowing out from his opaline

Flesh and lithe leopard body.

He made me lie on his lap instead

It is my turn to dream.

It is my turn to be cradled

By love’s wings.

To be loved

By Joshua

And all other things.

WHAT YOU GIVE

What you give

And what you take

Are two different things.

For example, my heart.

I gave it but you never

Even held it in your hands.

But you took my heart away

With you. Hidden in your pocket

Beating and clamoring for love

But sad like a new-born bird

Still red and featherless.

I gave you my love but

You just ate a piece

And found that

it was bittersweet.

So you took one bite and threw

It down the deep brown

River Lethe towards River Tartarus.

I should have told you.

My love was bittersweet for you.

You never gave me anything

I could call my own.

Not even a memory.

Not even a word.

Not even a lie.

So give me now one chance.

That is all I ask.

Open your palm and trace

The heart lines of your destiny.

Maybe, just maybe

It will all lead to me.

All paths will lead to me.

WHEN I AM DEAD

Lay down my old blanket

Get my old books, get them all

And pick one with a beautiful cover.

Pick one, my darling I trust you long enough

That you know me so well.

Talk to it. Ask it which page does it

Want you to read from. I always answers.

Books love it when you speak to them.

Then read, my love, read

Read for my memory.

Read for the sunshine upon me.

Read for the bed of earth around me.

Read so I can hear your voice once more.

I have never forgotten it and I yearn

That Once again we meet.

But I will wait my dear

Wait until you too shall lie beside me.

So for now, lay down the blanket

And read some Rimbaud for me.

I want to hear “One is not serious

When one is seventeen years old”

It will remind of you.

It will remind me to be same and true.

BEAUTIFUL LIE-SAYER

eautiful liar, you make me falter. How your words of love bring me to the depths of the abyss and make heaven out of hell. Come, lie some more. Tell me you love me. Tell me you want to make love to this shattered body of mine. Tell me that you still care and remember. Tell me anything. I know all of them are lies and if there is a single truth in them, it is that you loved me. Even for a minute. That is enough for me to bring down all the secrets of the universe.

SERAPHINE

Sometimes I think of feathers

Growing out of your shoulder

Twisting like tree roots

Melting in the sunshine.

Sometimes I think of tattoos

Painted on your alabaster opaline

Skin like madness coiling and burning

The ink of murdered martyrs.

Sometimes I think of scales

Pollinating across your skin

Crescent and faint like eyelashes

Without color but smooth to the touch.

Sometimes I think of fur

On your pubis, the nest of your cock

Fragrant with the manly odour

Of hidden desires and wet dreams.

I will buy you liquid diamonds

I will sleep with butterflies for you

Fall from buildings tumbling

Catching light-weight lightning seeds.

Tonight, I’m gonna have myself

A real good time.

With or without you.

I will have demons raging inside me.

And you’ll wake up

Without me beside you.

Kiss me one last time darling,

I need just one memory

I could call magically my own.

Seraphine,

Love-Maker,

Liquid-Giver,

Lick my lips,

Put your tongue inside me

As if you want to taste

The last remnants of your come.

There are breathing sounds around me.

The boys are calling and they want

To make love to me.

Join me, beloved, join me

And we will circle this vast universe

Of endingless, meaningless, voidless

Illusions of grandeur and opulence.

Maybe, just maybe

We, we can truly be.

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