Other Egyptian dancers love her
for the beauty of their Land
Some spoke some wept
others ate deceased flowers
within brilliant hearts
and how i feel love
knowing this world of pain
and suffering and love and
passion breathes my skin;
exquisite
but necessarily so
— For the Handmaiden of Love
and her Song foretold it.
:: 12.21.2021 ::
IF i deny you then denied
i have myself!
But if you deny me then what am I?
The fool?
The weaker link if love?
No.
Superb taste robust!
:: ~ ::
SO soon I have flown to the higher grounds
oh ode! That abode!
The sweetness of life is licked-like colors//
a heart racing- tumbling
across all kindness to meet!
And my kisses-like knees
always upon the tender ground
— the conjugal respect for all
goodness this life!
:: 03-23-2015 ::
WHEN awakened by a sudden thing as Life
what to do?
i took my mouth in hand and walked down
the mountain to a river. My curious tale
behind me it was the bleat of a sound within
my throat that ragweed spoke.
Never a mystery as the ones i’ve met
have potted the balconied trees upon the
rows of my thoughts.
There! A sparrow that has fallen from
my dreams into the progress of strawberry-
wax lullabies i had once forgotten.
:: 12.21.2021 ::
[Apollo’s mother has hidden beauty]
Leto my Leto!
Artemis saw your hidden modesty
and forged fire and lightning within
the womb of Worlds
came Apollo Oh! Apollo!
:: 12.21.2021 ::
FAKE episiotomy
like the shape
of my heart
Mediolateral art
says the ghost of a baby
enjoys floating within
red and pink balloons
all without affection
my perfect mouth…
Hell how they enjoy
reading screen texts
and lying about soy milk
uh, huh huh
like so deary
being made
media illiterate
:: 12.21.2021 ::
My sweetest thought
dearly how my passion
moves this world
furrowed wind-blew
within me SUN ATE
kind days Love says
blood, flesh and dreams
all while today
alone i sit smiling
in deepest Love
Alhambra.
:: 12.20.2021 ::
FIRST morning has broken
like the first thought as
lonely birds sing bringing
love fresh from sun’s womb
Sweet new lit falling light
breaking water from last
evening’s lit-leaf
My mind is as this sweet Light
praising the elation of God’s
recreation of a New Day.
Mourning is broken as this
first morning as black bird
spoken: praise of this day
a new Morning.
Completeness in Love.
:: 12.20.2021 ::
SHE liked me like legs with in (between breasts)
magnet tarry speckled stars of waiting maid ~
/ oh hell \ wait!
i usually forget my line about right (revived) now__
____oh well swelter pieces of pisces and
wooden boxes of girly smelly flowers CHOCOLATE heart ate my
full-OP-ion blossom twirling surprises / your advice : you
mace: –> my face___ 6 feet deep.
SHE asked me, ‘like, does the weight
shape/shadow lure drop deep inside
the ocean of life?
oh for weeks genus prunus lipped lover
Orange-Cherry almond meal of my Heart.
:: 12.19.2021 ::
OH! THAT DUMB sigh
penetrated and deflated
— rye
/ about tall tale
died beneath the bridge
near the moor \
took his britches
and swore: the best
hoerewaardinnen!
:: 12.19.2021 ::
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