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 Jan 2013 Jimmy Kerr
DieingEmbers
My sweet butterfly
emerges
from night spun
silk cocoon...

unabashed and naked

framed softly
within the first rays
of morning

her lace wings
fluttering
gently within the breeze

she turns to alight
once more
beside
my recumbent form

and bowing her head
she shares again
the sweetest of nectar

within her butterfly kisses.
Butterfly kisses are when a woman bats her eyelids gently tickling the mans skin
 Jan 2013 Jimmy Kerr
DieingEmbers
My heart must be into S+M
bound as it is
to yours.

The very thought of losing you
causes it pain

and yet the restraints
put upon it

cause this love muscle to throb

aching to be touched
to feel the sweet
release
of her soft lips.


once more to be broken
upon her rack

my confession drawn from me
by the lash
of her tongue upon my naked flesh

I'll ner' denounce this love
for I'd rather lie to her
than lie
to her.
Lie to her is lie by her.
 Jan 2013 Jimmy Kerr
F White
I became unexpectedly aware
of a
magnet in my chest.
an anchor under my
breast bone.
soft, quiet, almost
unnoticeable.
until later pondered alone
in a dark room.

your polarity,
being opposite naturally,
drew me slow
through the aisles in
the theatre
past people carrying
jackets
into a park
where city stars
were streetlights and
our human discoveries
were serenaded
by the spring song
of homeless men pushing
carts up the street.

As our magnets gradually
synched
I felt the heavy slide and click of
understanding
coded into songs and on the fronts of
cards

and when I let you-
I saw colours in
your kiss,
noting that some matched
your eyes.
I found home in
your arms.
like a final orientation...
like being on a road trip my whole life
without even knowing.

Became afraid.

Because really,
who understands love,
when they've never been properly
introduced?
copyright fhw, 2013
 Jan 2013 Jimmy Kerr
brooke
Pears.
 Jan 2013 Jimmy Kerr
brooke
I want to
taste that
kind of
happiness
(c) Brooke Otto
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