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VERSES LOST TO THE WIND (A COLLABERATION)
J-the lust floweth as Niagra
splashing my river into thy
void
passion
yearning
voice
touch
sweat
feverish breath
forced to wait
needing the touch
of the sweetest smile
to shine its light
your flower
your peaks
your curves and lips
flowing so softly
as we kiss
M-taketh me then
my lips rain
sweet limp pecks
all along your jaw's impressive line
I feel this river of fever
snaking up my spine
the rush is some ancient glare
off ruin stones yet sacrificed
giveth me thine sweet lush love
as yet taketh me down
like the sun
stolen by such soft warm night
when dappled day is done
J-yet the humidity in our passion
seeps a lavish mist upon your brow
not for years has the fire been quenched
a drop
a dazzle
and I am in a frenzy
for such erotic fire
paints and ashes are but a price
living inside your valley warm as ice
M-ah, weep for such bliss
dearest intruder
as how cleverest thou is to beseech such wish
and offerest himself in greed less fleshed whim
as not is this woman standing proud
with her own inferno longing for thee
permitted at last
to be Cupid's arrow
to your lonely archer's bow
tellest me now
sweet enigmatic prince of my heart
remove your harness so tight on a less deserving
other
trample in the dust at my feet
your once such weakly spoken vow of fidelity
I awaiteth some branch from thee
bent so tenderly
offering my soul leeway
to your discouraged heart's bitter scowl
J-in bonded array of steamy night
your message has been heard
through the communication of centuries
that longing
that look
take me now
dearest muse
for that is the point
and of which
I can use to serenade
your sweet song
harmoniously plucked
by the strings of your heart
M-as we are
but two unforgettable melodies
blended into one
J-like the passionate master pieces
flowing from Mozart's pen
M-you are hand to my thumb.........
(April 10, 2000 1am)
(FROM JOURNAL #23)
