Harmonic waves roll along breaking with crash crescendo lapping the shoreline, I dip and get my big toe wet ~ Cradled in bosom tender suckled, nurtured, kissed embrace drunk on her stored sweetened milk time rips her away ~ Brushstroked sky, cloud words awkward skywriter scribes, 'for gods sake' streak of white, from east to west mortal radiates ~ Chateau en Espagne be celestial fortitude sip from etched silver goblet dine, sweet dreams divine ~ Sweet seraphim, cherubim no ethereal boundaries a milky light plays on moon deep space audience ~ Finger Harp, mused enchantment Drums beat, hearts throb, rhythmic dance Synchronicity, blessing Not a word be heard ~ Eyes of mirror, moon sorrow crescent, yet full on yonder return of skies eternal oceans deepest swell ~ My palm upturned, reading life singing your talent, caring didn't know you would be found dead next week, or else... ~for Glen, in May~ ~ Arctic day to blackened night rumbles in glacier shift a moonlit icescape sun beams take flight ~ Legs melt in silvr'y seas she cries out at fleshes end licking up escaped teardrop his thirst to slake ~ Harry starches his own shirt tea and crumpets, big ben tolls syncronicity with his pink effluent tongue ~ Poetry on the anvil red hot poker prods avid a tinker or a hammer steel heart, molten words |
New sun roosts, spilling light to earths infinite grain blue swallows diving into dawns tardy morn' smile ~ Silken brief imaginings calls for eve stimulation her hands given to the rise she scratches her head ~ She was peeking through the blind He wandered up to her door in the brightest floral shirt she had ever seen. ~ Sat in church with my husband communion came around bravely I take a second sip look out, I'm busted ~ This night will be long, tightly wrapped in fear's igloo, floating on waves of chilling ice, what does 'morrow behold? ~ Oh sweet delicacy gods I swear the temptation of a sliver of chocolate mud cake, is worth hell ~ Remember all the singing the boozing, and the flirting it up, I remember screams outside the party ~ Music is her memory a world of delight, living dead sing dirges and laments, she will block her ears ~ Behold the snake charmer the reaper is but a snake days are only but one shake of a death rattle ~ The rabbit wore a flower behind her ear, while the queen sat quietly picking a scab until it bled. ~ Tripped, eighteen and stumbling unfit for wild thicket world of depravation, deserts a blur, just a blur ~ Hearts embrace liberation challenging homebound limits we dive through turbulent winds a natural glide |
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