THIS confession brings me
immense tingling pleasure
when words collide upon my skin
releasing all my tension
the greatest lover is such prose
finding it I am much disposed
where are you the woman who kisses words
she devours the lore of my heart
insane…insanity clearly shadows my self
asking for the one alone in life
who trembles within a thimble of keys
upon a screen – a fire above my knees
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CONFESSION (I)
THE LITTLE DEATH
IN our need to ration
preparedness for death
none prepares us more
than the little death
which we call orgasm
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LOVE (iii)
LOVE does not exist
within parenthical quotes
But life does thrive
in an exclamation mark!
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NAMELESS THING
There at the bottom of my soul’s pit
was a nameless thing that moved
the proximity of this horror
to my heart made me leave my skin
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LOVE IN VESUVIUS
YOU met my heart along the rim
of Vesuvius — that night we shared
sangria and fell in love
like a fragrance within my heart
you changed the tone to light from dark
nothing but violins and a silky night
storms and turmoil came too soon for us
floods, ice, winds and tidal waves
nature kissed us goodbye in her own way
hours into days and months into years
showers in may and oceans of tears
fate twisted chance one particular day
We politely said hello in a hollow way
you bit your lip – I coughed a heart
our shadows dance for lost tomorrows
I saw what I had you knew what I saw
You saw what I was — I knew the cause
love remains but so do the scars
WE met in disgrace along our own way
you said goodbye — I said so long
now we regret more than silly words
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WHAT I COULD NOT TOUCH
I SAW what I could not touch
beyond the pane of a glass
the distance a mere foot
but the reach beyond doing
Blood thicker than water
they say with a smirk
but I know the meaning
it belies the truth
Such longing is a blade
that cuts beyond the soul
with transgression as insult
a cold silence my shadow
Born into a circle as one
pushed and discarded aside
colors bleed black grey
and red dries with cries
A life review will say
in turmoil, rot and decay
what I could not this day
Express to all who knew
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LIQUID SUMMER
UP SHOULD be go and down should be stop
fitting the ways into a lazy day — I say
bouncing thoughts betray simple ways
laughing zebras skipping town on a tram
undulating umbrellas twirling into zeros
no one is watching — why be so serious?
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POSITANO
WE stay — our hearts together
in Positano on the Amalfi coast
on top a precious hill —
we can see Le Galli islands
i — with a bottle of wine
you — show me your soul
we drink in praise of love
pastel colored houses smile
and flowers dance our songs
the stars — in the evening sing
Positano beneath my feet
on the coast clear waters
lay under the sun — pebble and sand
we know this place from another time
our past is found in Grotta la Portal
hidden in cave — two hands embrace
I say we stay and live
among the cliffs of Positano
enjoying lunch at la Cambusa
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UNTITLED [FICTION]
There! Do you see? Right there! I walked up to one of them and at first I could not descern what cause brought me fright then one turned around and there I saw what mere mortals are never granted a sight! It had no face! All manner of feature devoid what we humans should be and are.
It just stood there, motionless along this busy sidewalk as hundreds past by distracted by compulsive thought and electronic gadgetry. It was as though I had walked into a future, mere seconds before time, and witnessed the presence of an unborn moment. I screamed and ran until I found you.
[Untitled Fiction]
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