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in the indigo skies
above the peaceful lake
flew an alabaster swan
she coursed a furrow
through the thermal air
her wings fluttering
in graceful decorum
as the eve shadows
fell upon the lake
she rested neath
a weeping willow's branch
for there she'd
be enfolded
in he moon's luminous light
as stars did sprinkle
glinting sparkles
over the lake's glass surface
as the break of the morrow's
brilliant blue sight came
her wings did rise
to take to flight again
breathe love
into my veins
cold and forgotten
these caverns of bane
breath love into my veins
stir them to life
with your tepid
refrains

withered
all the oxygen
hath expired
come revive
them again
to existence

breathe love
resurrect
redeem
my veins
in the body of your
loving strains
between a man and a woman
there is a magic  
it envelopes them in a thing
called love

since the dawning of time
this magic has had a hold
that seals two hearts
in a cogent fold

formidable  
is this attraction
which has a real close
interaction

that love magic
grips
so tight
that love magic
is a true
delight

the magic of love  
swirls around
in the atmosphere
with a strong spell
that catches two souls
in its sphere

the thrall of love
is an engaging mystery
that fascinates
so magically
in the ambrosia of love, we'll ever combine
our melding shall sing, of an adoring boon

our endearing hearts, beating as one forever
streams of elation, speaking of this love boon

e'er embracing tightly, neath the stellar plains
that sparkling spangle, such a heavenly boon

ever we'll journey, the beloved road of sharing
honey syrup binding us, with a sublime boon

the cup of lasting love, brimming in rapture
twill be so superb, our lush evergreen boon
she moves sleepy-headed in the bed next to me
and in the stillness of the mornings dim light
her hand finds its way across my chest and like an idle dancer spins
nonchalant circles of heart shaped wishes on my skin
her lips draw next to my ear and
with a soft wet sound give a tender
lesson in the beauties of her naughty delights
the first tentative kiss in the tempest of her seductions

she wraps herself up in my arms
a gift to own darker delights
and caresses my eyes with her own
the soft texture of her gaze thick with passions and desires
deep with her heart touching mine
and in that gaze i feel her soul moving as one with mine
as our kisses melt us

she pleads with her hands all along my face
and down along my body
she begs and teases the flickering desires
of our heat that rise like the fires of a thousand suns
and with delighted sounds from deep within her
as she explores and plunders
as we dance in the tangled sheets
she finds again the desires that go hand in hand
with her hearts loves
that go hand in hand with her hearts dreams

timeless times later
as we lay entwined in the afterglow of our love's hot tempest
and with such a tender and timid voice looking deep into my eyes
tells me she loves me and no other
i brush back the strand of hair that
has fallen to her sweat bound brow
and kissing her gently
tell her that i too love her and no other

this is no ordinary love affair
this is one soul romancing another with every carnal delight
with every souls true treasure of loving embrace
this is passion
she is my dreadlock princess
i am her poet in shining armor
this is how love was meant to be
(i wrote this a while back)
she couldn't be satiated
she had a huge appetite
she went out and got herself
a bit on the side

the pickings at home
didn't quite measure up
she wanted more
to fill her cup

a bit on the side
she went out and got
cause what she had
didn't hit the spot

she wasn't going to do without
that's why she flaunted
her wares about

she painted her lips
she put on a little black dress
those finishing touches
made a big difference

out on the town
she did her cruising
like a prowling
kitty cat

in another saddle
she rode high
cause this guy
could make her
moan and sigh

she wasn't going to settle
for no lean deal
she wanted to taste
a more beneficial meal

a bit on the side
a bit on the side
she
required
in the creek's shallows
a pair of white ibises
foraged for frogs
the local newspaper
has a new feature writer
and this week he's writing
a feature on features
the first in the series
was about the features
of the hills to the west of here
he mentioned in his article
that the hills had tops
like witches hats
and that they were
of a granite rock type
since his article
was so interesting
the new feature writer
was praised for his good writing
on the letters to the editor page
Grasping for a thread back to normal mode
Yesterday's trauma struck and did implode
The mind lies in state of befuddlement
Everything is changed it isn't the same
Regaining past composure no easy frame
Reflections of loss bring a blurred haze
It takes time to walk out of the maze
Comfort is found in friend's kind easement
Our souls and hearts are feeling all adrift
We question why do the sands always shift
When the departed leave our loving care
There is a desolate space left behind
Which confuses and injures the mind
Seasons of solace shall grant us repair
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