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The Red Vase by Terri Burris icon
Bouts-Rimés
© 2003 by John E & PJ Nights

so clever her form, curves silent conceits
in infinite quick before wrap around
when zeros of breath, mesmeric, confound
the blest increments into tired hoofbeats



i widen arms and legs (he asked and paints his mural
within the lines i’ve drawn) – grace notes from my clarinet
dolce, amoroso our synaesthetic duet     over neural
pathways he fingerpaints, unwinds my reticence
    his route or mine? i teeter on a palette
of crayon hues      electric lime, timberwolf, confidence


percale and batting spelled to wingspread
miracle held by whipstitch...
words scatter in warm breath, unhitch
to flight, so flies the featherbed



with a twist of hip, i shimmy, shimmy
to brass moans tugging       my hapless
         tunes begging gimme, gimme
asking you to find      deep in your chest      a purr
that climbs over a shoulder        / strapless /
   bare bones on bones       slip me   into the whir


paloma over jacaranda
in sunlight's searing pose
a trickle through pussytoes
spied from a pulsing veranda

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