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Poems

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well lets get started on these...have any good poems, email'em to me! i also need motivation to reach my goal...a book! so i'm looking for a muse =)



She’s Solvent
she sits still,
speaking softly.
secretly stealing souls
she serenades.
soon some single servant
separates.
startled.
stealthly smooth,
skin sweat,
skimming.
surely.  simple.  seducing.
selflessly surrendered.
stolen.



conservative girl
the conservative girl
sits quietly, only pure
hands and face show
from a full sweater.
light shaded lips,
that need kissed,
wield corners
that rise a polite smile.

     to the conservative girl
showering feels best
if the water burns, just a little.
shaving slowly,
her legs are smooth,
waiting for hands to slide.
and to bed
she wears a small
worn-soft t-shirt
she likes it’s feel
and the feeling 
of a cool sheet
on her body.



Damn Happy
I was sitting upon a pond
When a leopard frog cartwheeled across the water
Skipped to a round off and landed on my shoe,
	“Water’s damn cold,” he said
 	“And I hate this damn no talking rule, too!”
A little confused I asked,
“The sun is warming, what’s jaded you?”
	“I prefer the hell of winter!”
		and
He whirled around with a frosted breath
and blew frozen tundra that fell lethargically to the ground.
Just before cannonballing into a slush pile of snow,
he jaded,
“Damn these webbed feet, too!”



in puddles we’ll play
when it rains I’ll be down to earth,
just the same I’ll be into her.
in the dark clouds we’ll play,
drenched in mud we’ll stay.
it won’t be gloom, I know this girl,
this girl knows me and what’s my cure.
i’ll be all wet into the dark,
onto her the water’ll drip.
you can wrap me up into your arms
and tackle me soaked into a puddle.
slippery kisses will tickle your tummy
and I’ll see that smile that’s only for me.
don’t let me up, i won’t let you up.
the thunder will crack as the storm grows
and feisty weather will start to go.
and I’ll hope time with you won’t end
wishing for the rain to conjure again.



New Year’s First Light
every time it falls,
propane lighters
hiss as they smoke down
European cigarettes.
they raced, lighting
fine grained tobacco.
cindering,
white paper
browned to
black.
she smiled 
raspfully, only a butt left
nasally she released
the carcinogen fumes
in celebration. 



Candled
the char curled wick awaits
a flared matches cuticle.
hazy glow emits citrus and

wax pond fills the rim.
side expands, pouring down,
a drip, streaming to the base.

lip stretches awkward and pulls
like taffy, slow to sculpture,
shapely, smooth, it curves.

eased breath takes it’s air,
burning ember chimneys of smoke,
and waits, char cold again.



Washed Ashore 
Crystal blue water
rushes and rolls
to shore, slows
and drifts away.

Sending the sun, an 
endless clear sky
reaches and stretches
deep with the sea.

Fine sand warms feet
and fills between toes.
Grains stick wet
against lotion oiled bodies.

Salt air breeze
sways palm leaves
and finds her,
cooling golden skin.