Tag Archives: Desire

Straw and wheat

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

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Not collecting

   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

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Love, Nefarious

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.

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Flutter

  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

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Blue

(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

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I dreamt

I lay on my couch in my underwear in my darkness. Underneath my blanket. The low murmuring of adjacent offices wandered in and out of my ears. My own thoughts rabble on, loudly at first, but slowly subsiding into background … Continue reading

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dear diary

   on Moonrise: It’s worth another read tomorrow. Out loud. Get the rhythm. Feel Mr. Lawrence in the words. His touch, his wild love, his furtive vigor. His pointed mouth. He loved with a kind of abandon and wildness that … Continue reading

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