Thirst for Desire

sun shining faultless upon her poreless, pale skinfashion sparkles like rare diamonds, her face fragmenteddew clings from thin rose-pink hair like last night’s ignited loverrising from her long arms, creating orange reflections that still hover winds call the sea as a mother seal summons her pupexemplifying her like a peerless halo in pure unconstrained lovehis […]

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Sneaking Out

escaping from illusory bars, brown eyes vigorously awaken to the night scales falling from them like Saul’s eyes, now no longer blind or fearful gliding into the music of the trumpet’s voice calling this mystically gifted one gardenia trees and whippoorwills trailing her for a song of evening freedom spinning around, she feels the soft […]

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Going Home Down East

Jasmin twines her beguiling aroma into the woods. Lingering close to her sun-drenched petals arousing my acuities were ladybugs.  Appearing at the crepuscular hour, bunnies white, with piercing eyes ascend from their holes. They are stirring to play within the loving hours. When our breath slows, as does our hearts beating amid God’s creation, new […]

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Without An Anchor At Sea

tethered to you, my darling, like a fragile marionettesilk strings made from worms gathering their blue emotionslonging for an overdue petrichor, I yearn for a divine cloud burstmy anchor, yet your strength vacillates floating, sending me out to seastill, after all these years, you do not identify with my mournful delicate marrowjoyful, gardenia scented summer […]

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My Gladiator

This piece is dedicated to and inspired by the fragrance writer, the poet who can find any scent you or your beloved enjoys.   In the days of the Roman Gladiators, their natural scents were collected and sold as expensive perfume for rich patrons.    in her white stola, she hummed by the lone gladiator gate,sixty […]

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Our Smells

tease me slowly, for now, awake I smell your nighttime sweatmingling with our lovemaking, aromas catching my body wethumidity plays a role in the dampness of our pearly pleasuresleepy eyes open, alive, we are now each other’s sated treasure

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I am Your Canvas

Green-eyed canvasGerminates from wild sparksLit by tributaries you draw on me Red the lily of the IncasYou flow through me like theAmazon from the Andes mountains Orange clusters of lifeSurrounding me as pleasuresArouse flesh with hot touches You are the center ofMy tree where life is fed byThose tributaries you draw on me

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The Lonely Widower

This poem is dedicated to all the people that are alone that I know, love and pray for on WordPress and the world.  This is a difficult time for everyone but those who don’t have family or friends that visit are lonely – take a chance guys and gals!  I dedicate this poem to John […]

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Atacama Blooms

looks that peel my painful, prickled skin slowly off my bodystepping on me as if I were a small stone beneath the dirtbarely enough of a bother to remove this insignificant gritlost in the Atacama desert riding a llama who talks of my fatethere is a storm of grave proportion in Chile’s parched desertwithin a […]

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Magic of the Morning

securing her likeness within the shifting fogchasing lingering moon dancers in her red apronelbows raw from scaping the dancing tree limbsa breakfast of oats and honey sits on the tablethinking of the first time they met in the stable a newborn wren chirping for its morning wormtapping her shoulder, the first ray of pinkish sunwhite […]

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