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Musings
Monday, 12/13/2004
Swallowed







I saw the mirror
all my sensual needs
form illusions around me like
a caring friend.

Guilt and solitude
made my bedroom huge.
You appear at night
both dead and alive
leaning toward me like marbled
quarried madness.

I am vulnerable at your
hands as you are poured
out into flames that leap
from a fragrant garden of women
of wives, two cruel snakes.

I am a hot furrow
suddenly, insane.


D.Claudia Ash
Muse6165@copyright.com

Posted by poetry/muse6165 at 9:52 PM EST
Updated: Monday, 01/03/2005 9:13 PM EST
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Thursday, 12/09/2004
Passion Ice








Sink your hands into me
like potter's clay between fingers
alabaster cool.

I am fire. The poet in me calls
the light moves you. Passion is
our bread, words become fine
wine sipped slow from a chalice.

The curve of the vase
I am the gypsy in the mask
Where are the mirrors?
Will I become the Delphic oracle
kissing through glass?


Muse6165@copyright.com

Posted by poetry/muse6165 at 2:08 PM EST
Updated: Monday, 01/03/2005 9:27 PM EST
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Monday, 11/29/2004
Want







I want
i dare not say it
I freeze
yet i burn like
a forged blade,
still steaming.

I am soft
made from pieces of earth
clay's origins adorned with
plumes, bearing the Muse's Laurel
screams out what we are and
how we want.

I fear
living in sweet contentment
i am soldered to my passions
up against the brass headboards.

I want to sleep like Calloiope's bed
divine with grace
I want to walk in the still moonlight
hollow caves, on a crisp winter's night
watching my breath create misty halos that float
on indigo sheets as unborn saviours of
angels unborn.

I want.

Posted by poetry/muse6165 at 10:31 PM EST
Updated: Monday, 01/03/2005 9:40 PM EST
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Wednesday, 11/24/2004
Douse me







Douse me in your gentle rain
cascading like freedom
spilling onto city streets.

There are no reasons why, perhaps
just for the thrill.
I am left standing
holding your orchid, plucked
tipped upward
in delicious anticipation.

Douse me in your gentle rain
was that wicked of me?
Did you edge closer, closer still?
To smell the secret spice
as ancient as the Queen of Sheba
the mist that swallows.

Stranger things have been
known to happen when i think of you.

Inside of me
crashing crystal shards
melt into pools of promises
carefully drafted, edited and bound.
They litter me with desire,
occasionally satisfied when
you deem timely.

We seep into one another
like olives marinating in an earthenware
dish, deep in green olive oil
like a child's bedcover.

Nothing will be left undiscovered
as your hand slips under the
red velvet bodice, oval shell buttons left intact.

Wrap around slowly
slower, still...


January 2003

Posted by poetry/muse6165 at 3:10 PM EST
Updated: Saturday, 01/08/2005 9:10 PM EST
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Fireflies lie


What lies do fireflies tell
as they hover over the smooth green stream
algae thick and murky.

I marvel at the wind in the birch
and suddenly, the words rise like bread.

I can sense the ache within
the rhyme, the time and reason.

What lies do fireflies tell
when they pass weathered frayed
shuttered windows,
as clouds stretch overhead
rolling their moist shoulders
as you do with me.

Still
another lie
for that
solitary magic moment.

Posted by poetry/muse6165 at 12:11 PM EST
Updated: Saturday, 01/08/2005 9:17 PM EST
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Feel






Immortal, famous
those lovers we read about
attraction, never quite clear
never fully understood
as you climb atop that
gathering place
you call hell.

Temptation
that began out of no where,
out of this, I wondered,
how he kisses, is now,
out of control,
like jumping off a cliff
all the while, you are
someone else.

Was it the caramel color of your skin
reminding me of biting into a sweet confection?

I feel primal, layered
you tell me "I talk to much"
you retreat, yet i want more,
like a Buddha awaiting restoration
from serious neglect,
like a house plants needing water
but your friend figures,
"They die anyway, right?"

Temptation
that began out of no where
I can taste it on my tongue
like licorice flavored jellybeans.

I can feel it slippery
as i sink into it
like warm chocolate pudding cake, melting
caressing my taste buds with
exquisite delight.

I am inside it
around it...

Are you with me there
when you are silent
in your stoic mask
when you are,
with me.

Posted by poetry/muse6165 at 12:06 PM EST
Updated: Saturday, 01/08/2005 9:15 PM EST
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Humid Night Under the Magnolia


I clearly remember how
my emotions thirsted
ice down my spine
curable.

Peeling the pomegranate
rounded, leathery exterior
pulpy, fleshy
sweetly acidic
canvass before me like
paint spattered magenta scars.

Against damp skin
pleasure so erotic
immensely dark
patiently unfolds like purple-satin
hyacinth scented bed linens.

Black cherry wine
poured ribbon like
burning me,
not quite like your mouth on mine.

I remember how every
emotion was a thirst
parched, desperate
inside my crystal dish
of sorbet sweet.
I dream when i go to bed
cool dendrite bodies
aquatic lulls.

The Goddess is at rest
beneath the opalescent adularia
leaves drenched, timid.
I lie before you
to know
to discover,
to possess.














Posted by poetry/muse6165 at 11:58 AM EST
Updated: Monday, 03/07/2005 9:59 PM EST
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