Sensual metaphors

reborn.jpg

Never needed to eavesdrop
on your oil spill;
but, what I really wanted to do
was to walk on your clay bones,
rewrite sordid stories of satan
in my poetic form,
so that the sun might illuminate
longevity amidst your borrowed time.
 
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I always enjoy the images you find and the words you write about them. (~_~)

bluerains said:
reborn.jpg

Never wanted to eavesdrop
on your oil spill;
but, what I really wanted to do
was to walk on your clay bones,
rewrite sordid stories of satan
in my poetic form,
so that the sun might illuminate
longevity amidst your borrowed time.
 
Clouds-2.jpg

Somewhere lies love’s deep blue vineyard
where relics are strawberry marked
by grounds of open sesame.

A resonate hinterland in moonglo
caressing the wild
blue of yonder,
by love thats wanders to and fro
shifting savage to soft,
pleasure to pain and
back again.

Fly there in circles
drawn beyond dark descent,
to a sun rise ripening
of wild and tame,
blending burnt harvests
that perspire black rain;
a ring of fire climaxed,
a dawn of purple flame.
 
bluerains said:
Clouds-2.jpg

Somewhere lies love’s deep blue vineyard
where relics are strawberry marked
by grounds of open sesame.

A resonate hinterland in moonglo
caressing the wild
blue of yonder,
by love thats wanders to and fro
shifting savage to soft,
pleasure to pain and
back again.

Fly there in circles
drawn beyond dark descent,
to a sun rise ripening
of wild and tame,
blending burnt harvests
that perspire black rain;
a ring of fire climaxed,
a dawn of purple flame.

I do enjoy your illustrations, they seem to be instant inspirations...


when a rainbow kisses the clouds
and changes shape in excitement
growing and folding into itself
like a kitten wanting to cuddle
in the brilliant colors of heaven's eye
 
My Erotic Trail said:
I do enjoy your illustrations, they seem to be instant inspirations...


when a rainbow kisses the clouds
and changes shape in excitement
growing and folding into itself
like a kitten wanting to cuddle
in the brilliant colors of heaven's eye

tiger emerges
finding its nexus of prey
lionization
 
I read an article on your blog by quiet poet
I tried to reply but have forgotten my password, I need to find it and re-new my blog... tell QP I liked his write about the litter we spill.
 
I will tell QP...thanks for stopping in...

My Erotic Trail said:
I read an article on your blog by quiet poet
I tried to reply but have forgotten my password, I need to find it and re-new my blog... tell QP I liked his write about the litter we spill.

my blog...I had a problem at first with logging on and it had to do with the title of your blog and what user name you signed it ...mine was different and I had to write to them to get to the bottome of it...I was wondering why no action on your blog...I haven't had the time to even stop here as often as I want...time is too short..later..blue
 
bluerains said:
my blog...I had a problem at first with logging on and it had to do with the title of your blog and what user name you signed it ...mine was different and I had to write to them to get to the bottome of it...I was wondering why no action on your blog...I haven't had the time to even stop here as often as I want...time is too short..later..blue

I understand that...
I still have not figured out how to post again on my blog,,, guess I'll have to ask the site... but I haven't written anything worthy as of late, guess I need to fix that as well (~_~)
 
my ventalation system?

i blow hot air
into her ear
about my day
then whisper
about a cool breeze
that'll soon be
between her knees
 
My Erotic Trail said:
my ventalation system?

i blow hot air
into her ear
about my day
then whisper
about a cool breeze
that'll soon be
between her knees

lightning strikes
a storm blows
and thunder rips the wind..
 
My Erotic Trail said:
I hear the rumble of thunder
from within my calm dwelling
with dry thoughts
in the rain closet

thinking thirsty thoughts
drench me from draught
drown my discharge... :devil:
 
Weep For The Willow

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Not bent nor broken,
but felled mid the mangroves,
where overhangs hide snook and redfish,
where a blue heron sits silently perched on one leg,
a black willow died;
its catkins, once nectar for the many,
its bark, once food for the small Florida deer,
its shade, once refuge for a lonely poet,
its memory, swept by the power of a hurricane
its bounty now dwells in dreaming of whales....
 
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Unique

A feather floated gently upon a cloud,
as broken wings gather beneath a withering tree
growing grey with thunderheads.
Mockingbirds sing songs in unison
as winter storm sweeps signs of simile.
I have found my last blue feather....
 
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bluerains said:
A feather floated gently upon a cloud,
as broken wings gather beneath a withering tree
growing grey with thunderheads.
Mockingbirds sing songs in unison
as winter storm sweeps signs of simile.
I have found my last blue feather....


a blue feather blew
across the yard
grasping my attention

a blue jay flew
and caught its loss
then question the situation
 
Duces Wild

fingernail.jpg


I crawl through your covers
in ambient rhythm.
I graze your spine with
scarlet fingers,
spawning a field of wet dreams
from raindrop seeds of desire.
Your lips spark my painted paw
as I permeate the luster of
your gentle giant motion.
Salvation, shattered,
serpent, subdued.
 
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may I sit in your shadow. breath the peaceful
air that surly must be brighter, greener here.
I sat and waited. Alone for days. Watching
your feather float like a kites tail. I thought
it waved, winked with its cheshire grin.
An invitation, inking me with it's crimson crayon
and childlike silliness. I have come, as requested.
may I sit in your shadow. breath the peaceful
air that surly must be brighter, greener here.

:rose:
 
RhymeFairy said:
may I sit in your shadow. breath the peaceful
air that surly must be brighter, greener here.
I sat and waited. Alone for days. Watching
your feather float like a kites tail. I thought
it waved, winked with its cheshire grin.
An invitation, inking me with it's crimson crayon
and childlike silliness. I have come, as requested.
may I sit in your shadow. breath the peaceful
air that surly must be brighter, greener here.

:rose:

we are feathers
beneath wings
above flight
below breath


you share my heart... :heart:
 
You are my sea

Your lips are my periscope,
diving deep to explore
places that eyes cannot
describe
 
It was like...
arriving at the picture show
a tad bit early
the screen completely blank

but I know eventually
she will post a picture
and I will be inspired by the big screen
of blue
 
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