THE POET'S LOVER

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JOURNAL#31

with an air of crisp magic

he woos

such spell cast with warm melting eyes

in a bottomless dark

a swashbuckling curl of a pirate's lip

such freshly stolen heart

stares passed time

absorbent kisses

the taste of some forbidden wine

slow desirable brush of the roughened gentle

fingertips

produces a hazy melt down of the

somersaulting senses

the curve just stepped out in front of the train

in heated reframe

the clock read backwards

shows no real time

just space and feeling

and momentum

the  very tracks

in which such desires travel

shimmy and convulse

in their own brand of anticipation...........

(written Aug 29,2006 330am)


















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