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Paradise

how can i talk of the night

when you blind me with moon

and star pierce my sight

when you tarnish my gaze

with firefly bright

an erratic flicker

pinpricks of light

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Enchanted

..

how can you tempt with diffident day

soft sunshine sojourn; shadows will sway

in promise of heat, dare you take me away?

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dreaming

..

of sand and temptation in turquoise seas

our luxuriant skin

under tropical trees

Threnody

some divinations in tea leaves dwell

but I prefer the delicate scatter

of incense flecks on rib curves, swell

the breath between gasp and ashen matter

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furtively I reassemble the dissonant cinders

yet they meld in stubborn sapient array

the pattern sought, lady destiny hinders

granting one final passionate foray

..

each second embraces a hollow echo

our sighs shaped in somber elegy

lips lock, such a lacquered libretto

will to memory languish, lamentably

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as eyes fire in this breath held night

we suppress the urge to weep, so fight

against the approaching call of light

then bid you farewell

sweet acolyte

Aphrodisia

your words are obsession

i wear them as garland

around my neck

a syllabic posy

touch me not with tentative fingertips

let me feast on words first

you speak a bouquet with ardent brevity

soaked in cognac, breeding longevity.

intoxicated I yield

as you place the blindfold

dark consonants consume vapid vowels

light removed, limbs revealed

i warn of sensitive skin

a hedonist prone to histrionics and hives

seeking sweet amaranthine surprise

amidst stinging nettle nouns

arrogating attention with alliterations

your words fire me

in terse, tectonic tense

a loquacious libretto

of hyphenated suspense

 

our nascent hearts

unmute

 

 

Blossoming

chill me

with ice-tipped fingers

tracing, teasing

tempering …heat from within

and every unspoken whim

attended

 

warm me

with an urgency pressed

between dawn’s fleeting pages

petals reveal

in quivering stages

 

burn me

with passionate phrase

acid etched, irrevocably spoken

in fired whispers

an indelible tattoo, a token

to recall at a late hour

 

with half smile

and full knowing

The Oyster’s Lament

What shall I do with you sweet pearl?

you were the sand grit that slipped unsuspected

between my brittle, rippled

edges

as I brine bathed baring

my virgin mantle

 

I promptly coated you with layers of nacre

to match my own luminescence

and we moved together

with midnight tides

our affair of nautical jostling

exposed under neon glow

waking starfish

One NIGHT only, Bivalve Show