ALONE AGAIN, I DANCE

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JOURNAL #35

with but a wick of daylight

left in my charm

the pen clutches

the short end of existence

as the predatory writer attempts

to dispel alarm

the haphazard symptoms

sketch pleasure in the

mind

the tunnels of desire

fill with visions of

the sublime

more curious than a cat

the alluring pictures doth

pile

swift breathless pants

puff out a staccato rhythm

of want and then leeringly smile

a succulent near immeasurable

lust

unfolds

take me

I scream

with my last gulp of

aching breath

on the quivering edge

of release's hunger

'Alone Again, I Dance'....................

(Jan. 9, 2009 310am)














Author's Notes/Comments: 

mildly erotic in an indirect way I think. To me, it just kind of sneaks up on you and at the end you say ah, so that was what it was about! now I get it...

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