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Let my fingers
caress the wounds
of your chakras
in multicolored beams
                            of light
stroking the vibrations
Let me soothe and
lift them
to their peak
strengthen the strings
of violin tenacity
Let my third eye open
and meet yours
for a dance along
the astral plane
our gaze forever locking

For as it is now
we are restrained in our
rectangles of glass
boxes of electric ecstasy
beyond beautiful,
yet
what I would give
to lay one palm upon
your heaving chest
in fiery tender
To brush my lips
upon the tip of
your eyelashed ocean
yes
meet me
lash me to you
let me tremble
into the
humming of
our lips
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4dVkoOMjLo
only as a tongue does as
a mind thinks as a clock ticks
as a face slick with perspiration
clicks on some rhyme I'm

word processing

transforming ringing phrases
one way
into alphabets and parlayed
transitions

coded arrived soon on desks
in hearts spanning decades
transcribed
thinking

along a way inconceivably
furled coiled condensed
meant technologically
unthinkable

immensity unable to
be seen without getting
mentally naked cold alone
dense

paths unfooted go that
way along a dry step one foot
forward two back
discoveries

you must sense more than see
an analogy
patrolling the edge
of reality

and really what is was
what was is but
must that be

I set out on a quest
to find the boundaries
oft kept
only by a dream

or fantasy and how then
I might make it
were I
omnipresently

competent
(Haiku-10w-Haiku)
              
/:/::/:\::/  _  ||||||

Clock tick-tocked...rain poured
.....my mind swayed...a pendulum
........in the wide dim sky ...
~~~

.....thunder kindly hummed low,
.........hand, tapping, tipping
....my bubbly wineglass
~~~

i stood....stomped my feet
...then, entered an open gate...
there.................i met my fate...


Sally


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 27, 2018
:::
deciding is like entering an open gate
decisions we make , shape our fate...
:::
a stately
lacquer danced
there that'd
wax ***
with dire
this backer
but wore
queerish charms
that throes
made alarm
in their
buttons that
drew polish
in wishes
of setting
to ring
in accord
with walnuts
a queerish note
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