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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

THE SUMMER OF LOVE


remembrance,sublime sound,
behind her shades,she afterglows
she needs no grace but
her windswept splendor

once in a dream I plucked
a flower from her garden
fragrant, soft shapes in the night
you make me shed all inhibition

golden desire laid upon my heart
a blushing shiver upon my bed
your shifting cheeks and ringlets
burned me within your form

I will cleave you, speaking low
ringing out from this rock
all is wind and rain
as my love pushes  deeper

fall upon my sword ,gentle lover
as I flow, bathing myself with you
with every want, I wear you
swimming in this brimming cup of love

we're early gods,copulating feverishly
full of dewy grass and jasmine scents
touching time through your stoned eyes
deep in my love like a rebellious sea

we move like sand , remembering
hiding my limb inside your sweetness
freezing time, high above the earth
we loved thirstily, offering wetness.................




Hold Fast The Sighing Sound

Hold fast the sighing sound
tremble with unspent love's desire
raging love laid bare and moaning
with flaming voice of rock and need

Seeking nirvana midst your deep
my being filled with instant joy
as you rise to meet me, furtive
thrusting upward in heated need

Human faces of silk and tears
raging in bright fits of ecstasy
I steal your breath in gasps
taking you deep and merciless

 Immortal hearts, hoarding oxygen
saving up for the noisy dance
when you shine holy light on me
and  heave with gratified desire

I declare your lips  my own
your shivering cheeks, I part
taking your offered orifices
as you twist and groan from want

Possessing you breast to breast
male to female,coupled in heat
the wetness of concealed oceans
echoing ancient primal songs