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Musings
Wednesday, 11/24/2004
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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