Poetry by Ken McGuire

� ���������������� Poison.

Poison hisses with promises of love and tenderness.

She brought herself to the door and gave the gatekeeper a kiss.

Pillars of smoke and fire flare... she dances in the dragon's lair. But oh the price she pays!� What of the bed she� stays.

She is joined and one with beast... it has consumed her in fantasy feast.
Fire and smoke, red, dark, black. Bruises purple she straddles it's back.

Now joined the dragon not be slew... for once joined. Poison is a part of you.

a���������������������� Love

She walks in the door and her hair fills the air with shimmering patterns like watter reflections.�

Her Jacket whispers as she moves filling my mind with the voice of memories. Her touch warms me, comforts me and makes me feel complete. Purity and truth grows to innocence as the puzzle reveals its image.

Two people� holding hands in a wide open expanse, smiling and sharing and feeling romance.

Truth reveled with open arms, the reckoning of ones instinctive charms gives way to directive forces.

a Jungle Love

Beneath the jungle�s shady vines, the pool so calmly calms the times. The wind ever softly whistles through the cap.. the leaves on floor rustle softly with the drip of rubber tree tap I lay upon the rock that clines and vision what pool of time has to say of the future mine. I dream of a woman and myself intertwine of relished lusty wine. Her hair cascading across my chest, her soft rose petal skin, the finite rhythm which I wish no end brings music to jungle sounds of love Oh hear me now oh jungle mine� of earthly presence so divine� my love is great with intoxication and thine, oh here me speak with wind of time.

a Lady Dream

NIght lady. Oh effervescent figure... oh finely tuned and well read sillohette of femmine vibrant essance... oh thee of willow shadow dreams... I will have sweet dreams... for sleeping and dream of a Lady is all but the essence of my deep sleep...oh.... finally I rest again.