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A P Taylor May 2018
Clouds go carousing past me
view a distant patter of rains,
for while cotton spirals I see
you see the cumulus strains.

In the place breeze hovering
faint zephyr is rustling trees,
holds my cheek clamouring
reaches both, instant seize.

And the leaves past tussle
upon basalt skies left torn,
lies within depths of rustle
patterns once steps worn.

By day's end stars do dart
another frame set to view,
in hemispheres find apart
patterns upon skies, you.
A P Taylor May 2018
On stone currents an Angel left freeze          
is a wooden vessel her guilt plies,
companion in trials is a Siamese,
toll reflecting in crossed eyes.

Floundered on rocks, vessel becalmed
wings behind wrapping up stage,
angled sprays leapt lives farmed,
men jostling into dark gauge.

Cumulus grey to brown surging green
turgid seas obscure dying calls,
wings of black shrouding scene,
bone breaking as rock mauls.
A P Taylor Feb 2018
Wave underneath prone, my slave ebon break,
hands swirl, fumbling, here body mine to wake.
Her bones, sandstone eddies etching my tune,
sculpture I desire, bones joined in sighs moon.

Currents whip, waters jaunt among her surges,
red blush marks to torso, as whimper emerges.
Silky cadence, ropes owned are strung sound
net open on shoals, scales arch gulls crowned.

Foam writhing on crest, fingers surges engage
in touches trance, curl as shells open on page.
As white clouds and mists cross over her eyes
breakers are slamming to her trembling thighs.
A P Taylor Jan 2018
Upon stars orbits dust,
you circling too distant,
moons do reflect on,
stalled an iris.

By in rollicking hurdy,
tatty circus flows, the
sideshow vendors
hear my sigh.

Fragrant sweet pearls,
pink rose waters slide
Mars raining onto
snake skin.

Asian dwarf orchids,
burning in fragrance,
seen luminescent
ebon petals.

Till again beside me
waters sweep slate,
to a satyrs dance,
my arabesque.
A P Taylor Jan 2018
Air hangs in grey of
plasters strain,
sitting in solid mass
lost tirade.

As trees branches
searching rain,
grass in half light
gold plaid.

Sheen of showers
palings decay,
cracks pink glaze
sills framed.

Shadows of birds
upon do stray,
to an ebon sheet
airs aimed.
Upon eve
A P Taylor Apr 2017
Steel fog of messages,
televisions, white noise mists.
Metal industrial heater
burning brown coal.

Ridges of cold air snap,
press stories headlines leap.
Bush skyline winter burn,
kept in patrolled lines.

Clouds of wisps trailing,
phrases forward, reblogged.
Cars exhaust glows red,
as circle back roads.

Poetry uncoils sparks,
petrichor, instant before rain.
Fireflies dance circling,
embers bore space.
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