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all of a sudden passion suddenly

a day within a day

rescued
a teapot hisses a message arrives
unexpected yet right on time
to a moment made empty yet complete
replacing solitude with a smile

love
that one word pierces hard
hearts and burns barriers
to make believe beyond reason
and bring hope no matter how futile
 
Tsotha said:
a day within a day

rescued
a teapot hisses a message arrives
unexpected yet right on time
to a moment made empty yet complete
replacing solitude with a smile

love
that one word pierces hard
hearts and burns barriers
to make believe beyond reason
and bring hope no matter how futile
Click to expand...
life without hope is mere existence :rose:
 
My Celt, My Love

His ancestors determined the colour
of his skin; the tawny shoulders
that carry his walnut-maned crown;
and eyes, jade and amber mixed
so well that even the sky changes
colour to match this golden tone.

There is much to admire in Celtic
frame and structure;, steep angles,
sharp edges, and firm foundation,
supporting expressive lips
and eyelids that appear to drowse;
even as he watches from behind
those curtains, wakeful, ready.

And a voice meant to carry song
across a highland ridge;
over a peat bog valley;
through a tall pine forest.
The message lands
within my heart and I am his.
 
it's not about you

as I twitch and jerk
in her hand spilling
every last drop
before she will let go

later as my brain returns to normal size
I ask her

Where she learnt how to do that,
her response blew my mind a second time,

It's about how it tastes
the way my heart races
when it traces the swell of my lips

when you try to get away
so you can last longer

the trickle of first taste
excites before eruption

the texture as it slides in my throat
no even your blow job
is about me.
 
The honey moon hung full tonight
I think of you, far away.
When we were one, it hung pure white.
And when you howled, you howled for me.
 
red sun slips
into the valley
sets
fire to dark slopes
smoke hushes light
song bird cries
in tongues
 
Listening

You know how I love
the sounds you make
when we finally have time
to ourselves? The moans
and raspy breaths in my
ear that do their best to
overwhelm the creaking
bed springs beneath us,
the muttered curses and
stifled dirty language that
always make me smile, push
me to make just a little extra
effort to get you to let
your voice move further away
than merely closed door across
the room from is, all of those
sounds are ones I enjoy, but my
favorite will always be that
soft, subtle catch in your throat
when I first penetrate you, and
the way it's echoed when you
finally clench tightly around me.
 
taken from the hearth
a coal glows bright
tries to keep its warmth
abandoned by callus hands

brief was life
the glow recedes
a heart remembers
flames, warmth
the pop and crackle
of light
a dance of joy in the moon lit
grove
it knows what can be had
but is too far from heat
too far from nourishment

it lies
potential un-lit
in charcoaled freeze
weeps silence and bleeds
cold
 
no canute
his lips and tongue formed incantations
called forth the tide
come

his fingers wove deep magic
waves broke over him
half-drowned he felt alive
 
butters said:
no canute
his lips and tongue formed incantations
called forth the tide
come

his fingers wove deep magic
waves broke over him
half-drowned he felt alive
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rewrite

no canute
his lips and tongue form incantations
call forth the tide
come

fingers weave deep magic
waves break over him
half-drowned he feels alive
 
Icarus' real story

by morning assembly
we jump with feathers
and hopes of flight

the voice of my father
urges me to climb higher
the Sun is my guide

by day the sun bakes
my skin tan and burnt
with wax and ray

my wings hold true
height does not hold me back
when I look down in pride

yet no ground beneath
only wings to carry me
in a vast blue wasteland

no legs to walk
mountains in the air
of fluff and vapor

no sun to guide me
as darkness follows
and gains inexorably

my greatest dream is
not to reach a setting sun
but to finally plunge
 
Trixareforkids said:
Her Man's Shirt, a favorite of mine by OldBear.

His Old Shirt

An hour in front of the carefully lighted
Mirror. Potions, paints and powders
Meticulously applied in artful camouflage.
Sheer stockings, silk and lace garter,
Panties, no bra. Black dress with
Letters from the end of the alphabet.
All to reveal as they conceal.
That lazy dazed look I luxuriate in
Has the desired effect on both of us.
Dinner full of longing looks and caresses.
No show tonight. We'll write our own.
Morning comes softly and gathers
Me in an embrace as warm as worn flannel.
He says I've never looked lovelier than
I do in his old shirt.
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Very nice. It works so well with Old Bear's poem.
 
phoenixrhys said:
The honey moon hung full tonight
I think of you, far away.
When we were one, it hung pure white.
And when you howled, you howled for me.
Click to expand...
This blood moon...?
I think of you alone?
possibilities?
With us as one, it shown pure white? hung probably not a good repeat here
With us as one, it hummed pure white? sense transference

but wtf do i know? I wrote eleven lines this year
and then I snorted 'em
and decided bumper stickers are the way to go
 
heinetiatama 4

Kilburn
A fitting name for a place
they send trains and dreams to die
tagged grafitti slashes fence lines
even in the day the grey shrouds
the good, addiction runs these streets
everyone seems to be hunched and bent
by world weary weight
as if the decay of the freight trains
had seeped in and everything is rusting
in sympathy

her hero resides here
some dark knight from the abyss
hospital was a memory
he came every chance he could
when she was there
a silent predator watching over her
her infatuation was an obsession
he had saved her life and redeemed her
from the dumpster
she felt like a queen
Kilburn is a ring up from the gutter
not a high rung but she was climbing

this man was a fighter
a protector, how deep the subconcious
tricks the thinking mind
amidst the dreck of wreck and decay
she was a wild flower blooming in defiance
 
mosh pit supernova

it's all about the depth
charge
slam them back
into the deep
another bang as the band plays
purple haze,
notes that leak
find a home as you follow riffs
that raff in your mind

hands run amok
find the tell tale touch of satin
too much to take,
sensation amps up
re wires to a time when it was all new
coarse press of stubble
feels like virgin sensation
the rasp fills your ears
overlayed and plays along

this sirens song
that calls to every fibre
optic nerves burn
colours blast the retina
lights dazzle a spasm of blinks
shirt is too heavy, stifling hot
pull it off

let the breeze please the layers
exposed teased by bumps and grinds
it is all soft and hard
hands are all over
nails, fingerprints, palms that push or brush
it's all about the movement
the ripples and eddies of a water bottle
in a car accident

then its about her
and him
and the room
 
for my little ones

Stare at my hands and dare them to speak
the scars that blink as they move
tri-tone paint splattered callouses
mix with fresh cut skin

Fingers thick and clumsy
beaten and moulded
by heavy weights, hard work
and hours of hitting a heavy bag

they have punched brick,
smashed plasterboard
one knuckle still in two
from an errant tooth
in a backwater bar brawl

the story they most want to tell
is the day they held you
gentle
and shaking wept
for fear they were too clumsy
to hold your fragility
a triumph as we cradled you
to our heart
 
How to fit america into england?

It seemed an unlikely puzzle
a folding of geology
new terrain to be mapped
calibrated, and mined
data-rich

Geometry, it seems,
is as much about pie as angles
about the twitch of the rod
the divining of water tables
occlusions
and mother-lodes

And when england's green and pleasant hills
were rocked by yankee mountains
her skies grew bright with southern stars
and he felt the wayward ocean lap
at all his shining shores
 
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