The body swivels in near perfect unison with the universe
Developing a sensual contrapasto
For any astute enough to capture it.
Line of shoulder,twist of hip
Strength of leg, length of arm
Curve of neck, drape of hand
As the pencil dances across the page
Point crumbling to dust.

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Pastel World

O pastel world,
Glorious in your understatement,
I rubbed charcoal into your trees.
I blended and shaded.
I smudged the sky,
And the rains came, and the colors ran.
Sky gray gravel, gravel gray sky
But beautiful nonetheless.
And I cried O Beauty!
I cried for your glory.

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A spectre haunts me.
Dark cloaked and silent,
It sits in your chair
(You sat there once)
And smiles at me.
The hint of eyes flash laughter.
I twirl and hug something;
A letter, a pillow, the phone.
And I feel your eyes on me,
As I grin and blow a kiss to
Your ghost.

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Wordstorm

Inspiration strikes like lightning.
A flash, and the words rain down,
Puddles of verbs at my feet.

Careful, you'll muddy the meanings.

The nouns swim like eels,
Hunting punctuation.
A hyphen is a rare treat.

I stick my tongue out and catch words like snowflakes or bubbles,
Each melting,
And disappearing into the whole of knowledge.

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I want to succomb
to a
genteel madness;
quietly crazy
and free.
Let loose everything
forced upon me by
love and obligation,
and just exist in the moment.

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Eww-haik for Christa

She is a walking Haiku.
I want to read her,
Kiss her words and speak her breath.

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I want

to read to you from an ancient bound text,
written with heavy hand and
archaic language.
to dance for you with barefoot rhythms
and hand beaten rhymes.
to feed you honeyed dates and pomegranate
seeds with love-stained fingers from a
tarnished silver bowl.
to serve you spiced wine from an engraved golden horn,
kneeling upon an embroidered pillow at your feet.
to be beside behind beneath you, to serve
and please you at your whim, existing only
between the lightning and the thunder.
to be claimed by you, my lord and master,
as your wiling slave and favorite pet. These chains I take deliberately.

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Welcome to the night
The land of dark dreams
Once bitten, you will
Never be the same
Nor will you wish to
Return to your bright life
For the dark is seductive in her call
And will entice you to new heights of hedonistic joy
Strange bedfellows are the norm, here
Sensation the only mistress
And pale flesh the master
You will wallow in pain, rejoice in the hunt
And play with abandon
For all fears you have ever known are obsolete
Welcome to a new room in thy master's house
I'm sure that you will find it to your liking
And that you will never wish to stray
You are deathless legend
And take pleasure in the night
Furtive joys
And secret assignations
Will become your salvation
No light is needed to see clearly now
Fighting those who would see you laid out in the day
Never to rise again
Those who would have you lay as dead
They are not deserving of your immortality
And can serve only as diversion from the intense pleasure
That is achieved only now
For the Kiss is as the Embrace
And is sacred in magic
And is blessing, communion, sacrament, all holy and mystical things
Multiplied a thousand times
Welcome, childe.