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Beauty – (for dverse)

Beauty

is an

airplane

in raindrops of time

Eyes that bewitch, dreamcatcher eyes with multicoloured stories inside

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A flower of a smile reaching deep

A memory of  fish and chips trees wrapped in newspaper leaves 

The curves in the sand dunes

the waves when you bathe

And your coffee on my lips, when you walk away again

For beauty is the sky, the goodbye, the flame in a story we let melt.

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Carpe Diem Haiku

CARPE DIEM HAIKU – Ese’s Sensuality

I know she’s writing a book, Butterfly Thy Name, and see that on her blog she chats about it too sometimes. I must say I echo others who have said they will be buying it. Ese’s sensuality is an art, and from what I read on her blog, her book will be rich in her art.

She is the latest in Kristjaan’s Ghostwriter series, on Carpe Diem , with Sensuality. I could go the Victorian flowery way, and pretend to pen high art, but I am not going to. We need troubled readers so I must visit the secret hidden underworld here!

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she ties leather tight
and her whip cuts deep
her tongue tastes the pain

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against the wall
I kneel in front of her
shadows participate

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-at the edge
my knife blade between our lips
as we kiss

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-after the rugby game
she walks in the showers and soaps me
blushes watching others

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That’s all!

 

 

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If Jesus Was a Woman (For Magpie Tales)

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Feast in the House of Simon, 1610, El Greco

If Jesus was a woman
and not a lesbian
Would there still be feminism?
Would religion start to make sense to me?
And would she have worn a bra?

Could she possibly have had
better hair?
Along with line in fine lingerie
for those seeking salvation
in the arms of a woman

Would her twelve disciples have been women too?
Would they have cross-dressed
or simply just had more style?
And would she have hung from the cross?

And would Peterina
Upon arrival in Rome
have been hung upside down?

If the Buddha had been all-woman
would she have sat under tree so long?

If Stalin had been a little girl
from somewhere deep in the Urals
would the gulags have functioned so well?

Its only Mick Jagger
that would remain the same
if history could be changed
To be herstory
And of course me
Though then
I would be une Lesbienne
-as I secretly am

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dVerse – Let It Rain

soft rain
takes me home

to watch drops
roll on a window pane

grey skies
waves caress sand
-a background refrain

I walk the forest
bathed
hesitate not
in my step
it leads me away
from where I came

the passion
of the Amazon has gone
the storm that lashed my skin
nectar of native fruit sinned

her arms tightening
under the lightning

I know
I’m not tamed

for the soft shores of a final destination
that to roam is my home

that my peace is found
in the eye of the monsoon

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Verse

Magpie Tales ~ View Through A Winter Window

I kiss her fingertips as she sits
hair and breasts undone
her belly warm to rays of sun
her neck, back, shiver to my lips,
though still she drinks in the verse,
her book open in front of her
while her thighs envelope my senses

I have no recipe only desire
that her needs be met
by every touch
as her thirst for the words
in front of her
intensifies

Her nipples and dimple
in her smile
betray her gaze at the page
her eyes slightly glazed
still she tries
and sits still,
stiffles cries
as I taste
with no recipe in mind

The attention she craves
as she sits by the window
as I walk by in the snow
is therapy to my creativity
and she knows
how much I admire
so lifts her arms
as the snowflakes drift

her eyes on her book
open
before me

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Sometimes

sometimes

only, maybe, every

second second

I think of how

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