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And so the poem goes
left
to
right.

Your eyes try to follow
as words enter your veins
through to the heart.
A key to universal questions
you unlock cages married in riddles.

The floor inches away
your feet are weightless.
Toes wiggling in delight
like a new love
making contact with the eye.

The sun gets brighter
as your breath gets shorter
and you cry.

With the full scope of life
joy to sorrow and back again,
this poem of simple words
captures you
and sets you free.

And so the poem ends
left
to
right.

And your toes come down
to tickle grass.
 Nov 2019 Orion Lesneski
Kendra
So this is us
Never meant to be
There is only you
And only me
There is no we
 Nov 2019 Orion Lesneski
Kay-Rosa
You told me you didn't want me,
you told me I wasn't enough.
But the night that he left you,
the night he said no,
you called me,
drunk off your ***
telling me you love me.
I'm not sure
if I should believe you.
There she walks
who is she?
I can't turn away
she has won over me.

Her eyes are so tender
her hair is purest radiancy
it dances in the summer air
her lips are invitingly rosy.

This is not imagination--verily
she's looking my way smiling at me
my heart beats a hundred times faster
ah, she is the testament of incomparable beauty!

The evening is beginning to wane
dusk is gathering and the sky is misty
she gives me a quick sudden wink
but alas her message I count as a deep mystery!
to love
and be loved
are not the same
but they can look awful similar

you can love
and not know how to love

and you can be loved
but not know how to love

neither one
is more painful than the other

both will damage
your heart
mind
and soul
beyond repair
 Nov 2019 Orion Lesneski
Danny
Yesterday I mounted  the wind
Laughing hard as the breeze slapped my face
It tickled like grass under the thighs
A pleasant feeling to be afloat
Rocking with the waves

Supine in the recliner at dusk
Up in the sky on top of the world
Legs crossed, breaking nuts, bottoms up
A vigneron never labours in vain
Supped from my cup my finely brewed wine like a god

Right now I'm purring like a **** in boots
As I ride my roan horse with vigor
Filling every cranny with sunshine
Walking full of life with fire in my bones
Smoke from my mouth is evident

But there's a but,
The fault in our stars
Puddle after the rain
A thought fast moulding fear
A lot of questions clogging the mind
An impending threat

Would the sun shine all day?
Hang around at dusk
Instead of sinking in the west
Stay up through the night
And even till dawn morrows
Or will it again do what it does

Will I still be lurking on cloud nine?
Where the mood is set
And the time is right
A calm in honor of the halcyon
Where there's no need to cheese for the camera
For the smile is always straight up from the soul
Maybe Dracula

was a phlebotomist.

In which case,

he was only doing his job,

and pretty well, at that!
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