Always
Dream of
perfect endings
though all poems may not rhyme
and life is not fair even at
the end.
Autumn Leaves 2002
amaze 1/24/2002 |
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In
Moonlight
My legs
tight around you
I open with love, as
morning glories do when the sun
warms them. |
Dessert
She sucks
the brandy from
his finger before love
and in whispered tones promises
much more. |
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Afternoon Delight
Nestled
in a tin tub,
blushing red at the throat,
pink hibiscus enjoy a light
spring rain.
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Still . . .
And still
I think about
summer's end long ago,
when a dark-haired stranger loved me
all night.
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Anew
Begin
today anew
no imagined failures
or unfelt pleasures between us
ever.
Autumn Leaves, May/June 2002 |
Magic
She cried,
'please, just hold me'
and hugging her softness
he remembered all the magic
of love.
Autumn Leaves, v7:n3 Mar/April 2002 |
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Florescence
Lily
gently reaching
for the unscented wind
to swirl inside sweet fragrant folds
unfurled. |
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Sh-sh-sh--
Sundown
over the dunes,
gulls gather for the night
watching for the last reddish glint
of day. . .
stirring gently under the stars
they huddle and murmur
inside the dunes
softly.
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Morning
His hands
massage my neck
as he draws me closer
in our early morning shower
so hot.
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Awakening
Slowly
in the stillness
half-shadows stir, curving . . .
I arch to meet the soft warmth
of
his
lips. |
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