Tag Archives: Desire
A blonde, terrifyingly beautiful in Chanel, But just another Sequoia tall and Fragile, as the forest ranger droned, Prone to fire, disease and drought. Prone then. A blonde with a great job, Portrayed in light yet grasping At straw colored … Continue reading
There is a certain satisfaction in the joy of not collecting, Shell upon shell and each more lovely than the last. I think of women in the city in summer tops, loose breasts, Full and ripe, just a touch … Continue reading
Go into the night woods dark, summer at its peak, Listen to the croaking song the minute frog does speak. A throaty back and forth it sounds Until you venture near, The brazen, sexy bellow then, Mysteriously disappears.
Your brilliant beauty threatens To suffocate my gaze With radiant color and stupid simplicity. Angel. Your little naked strut and Then the shaking and shimmying, Underneath the coiled torso Pummel-lumelling you. Oh, the rattle and hum! Oh the lows, … Continue reading
(Bathers under the Pines by the Sea, 1926, Theo van Rysselberghe) She is lightly floating upon her own pendulum And the ants go forth under her feet as though shaded In sweet comfort by the mere nearness in electric … Continue reading