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 Jul 2015 Jonny Angel
Wanderer
Bleeding through like milk ink art
Your eyes splash the morning with color
Cobalt, sea foam and jade
I want to paint you
Paint you with my adoration
All silky acrylics and soft oils
Sweeping across the canvas of your smile
With the brush of my tongue
My fingertips
I would add to your already glowing masterpiece
 Jul 2015 Jonny Angel
Seher Seven
powerful thighs quiver
as new life ruptures
from the core of her.
body goes limp once
life arrives.
temperatures settle and
she stands.
then things get back to normal.
 Jul 2015 Jonny Angel
Madeysin
I wonder if you ever ******* knew what was in that hole, that hole. That great divide in time & space. The ghostly masterpiece of your disappearance. If you've fallen in, did you die? Everybody knows your name, it was our secret place. A forged identity, a solitude of symphony's. All you ever knew though, was ozones. I'm starting to wonder if you became one. I sit outside the looking glass.
This is beautiful, great or pretty. It's just honesty. Which alone makes it magnificent. I watch all my friends leave. Some I cut out of my life.
I have an illustrious dream,
     want to be Leonard
          Cohen's gypsy wife,
he's kissing my lips on
    Boogie Street,
impetuously we dance
    to the end of love
       'til closing time
       midst his secret life,
he serenades me with
     I'm your man
         when we take Manhattan,
bewildered by his poetic beauty there
     waiting for the miracle to happen,
a sip of wine, a cigarette
         in love we disappear,
   here it is, you got me singing
        be that dog in heat,
I'll take this waltz and
   another please, cause
             everybody knows
     I hunger for your touch,
  his famous blue raincoat
         and the dew on my thigh
goes a thousand kisses deep
   in the cave at the tip of the lily
  with its very own breath of brandy,
slipping into the masterpiece
             where Lenny is eternal
If you don't love Leonard Cohen's poetry and music, it probably won't make much sense.
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