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0~Western, Painted~
I ask you:
and what of our love?
You respond:
It is Western, Painted
Our intertwined bodies
air brushed and finger painted
We are where sky and earth
greet each other at dusk
apricot and mango
caramel and chocolate
thick sensuality
coating our mountains and valleys
of hard rock and soft moss
Those hushed, sacred moments
right before the earth is ready
to sleep and wrap itself with
the lush blanket of evening
purple plum and black fig
This is who we are
Who we will always be
Yes, Love, yes
3“Love Tears Apart”
Do not leave me behind
build a bridge, my Orpheus
with chords from your lyre
string them across
the muddy banks of dark time
where I am held captive
in a land of no design
My feet are sinking so slowly
I might not notice save for
the ache I feel for you
We were inseparable
until the venom
of the world bit me
and we were torn apart
Do not doubt, do not look back
I am just a soundless shade
you will not hear me
Trust
I am here, following
your path of musical notes
to you, for you, with you
my one and only love
6“A Man”
There is an urgent ache
left in the places where
you so gently stirred my senses
with the touch of your fingertip
grazing my skin and caressing
the very life line of my palm
A man leaves in his wake
the gentle mark of his love
And I, with eyes wide open
know the very soul of this man
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~The Texture Of My Words Run…~
Here where the heart
is still raw and bleeds
where my polished and filed
fingernails are stained
with smokey black ink,
the texture of my words
run like river water tripping
over exposed muddy rocks
I have no desire to control
my rapidly beating carnate pulse
nor the inundation of electrical current
running across the untainted page
as my teeth bite into
the sweet nectar known
as creating poetic threads
which lace their way
back to you
always to you
to bind across your soul
as a token of my love
2~I Was Fed Crushed Grapes~
I was caught in a trance
watching how their bodies
held each other in sway
arched and curved around
each note sprung from
their trembling lips
I knew they must be lovers
by their subtle looks
how their bodies
effortlessly grazed each other
The music fed me
crushed red grapes
laced in pure white opium
And the intoxicating taste
ran over my tongue
as my mind was awash
with the film noir
of our very fragile time
when we held each other
in a timeless embrace
and there was nothing
other than the beating
of our hearts pressed
our skin alive and burning
and I remembered the sway
how we felt like we were
spinning, spinning, spinning
until the thread spun out
(Inspired by the song, “The Civil Wars”, by Poison and Wine)
3~No More Lion~
Today I embraced
the word “wistful”
for all of its subtle
texture and flavor
how it entered
into my consciousness
found its way to
my heart and soul
I tried it on like
a gossamer garment
which somehow
fit my form perfectly
as if it were hand sewn
for my unique body
It didn’t sadden me
In fact, I felt lighter
freed from the heavy
weight I had carried
clinging to a memory
I can take out those
pictures now and
caress the edges
without getting cut
Dream those dreamy songs
back into my mindstream
without fear of drowning
Yes, wistful, it turns out
is a lovely word, after all
(painting is by Michael Parkes - “The Last Lion”)
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Change is in the air | Writing Contest | WritersCafe.org »
This is a time of great change for me, so I want to see what’s going on with you. Write a POEM OR SHORT STORY around the idea of “change”. You can choose to be literal and describe the change of season, changing your brand of soap, etc. or let change flow through you in a symbolic, metaphorical way. Please do not submit sexually explicit writing to this contest or vampire inspired writing.
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