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Oil
I want the oil of your fingertips
to be infused in my skin,

I'd like to discover strands of your hair
tangled in my clothes,

I want the taste of your sweet skin
to soak into my dry tongue,

I'd like-after a long night-for your scent
to stain every hair on my head,

I wish for you to always be a part of me in all the smallest ways possible.
Hush.
If you are listening, close your eyes.
Don't think too hard.
Now--
Imagine,
Think of,
Hold in your mind,
the following sensations:

First,
a soft humming.
Imagine this soft humming.
Imagine the voice.
Imagine the tone.
Imagine a drone,
Imagine a melody,
a pleasant hum.

Next,
a soft humming.
Think of this soft humming.
Think of the lips.
Think of the purse.
Think of a source,
Think of a vibration,
a pleasant hum.

Last,
a soft humming.
Hold in your mind, this soft humming.
Hold in your mind, the texture.
Hold in your mind, the ambience.
Hold in your mind, a feeling of being swaddled,
Hold in your mind, a feeling of expansiveness,
a pleasant hum.

Hush.
If you are listening, open your eyes.
Don't think too hard.




-LP
 Jan 2014 Kathleen Levinski
Jack
Gaze silently towards the heavens
O’ beams of shimmering gold
Beckon to you
With brilliant light of the full moon bright
Fond memories you come to hold

Taste the sweet fruit of passion
Shining o’er your perfect face
Sending you
Dreams of me to always be
The outline of your heart to trace

Walk along the lighted path
Amongst the sprawling sycamore
Touching you
Reaching far of every southern star
To send a love of true adore

Breathe the air of midnight moon
Scents of windswept atmosphere
Caressing you
With aromatic symphonies upon the breeze
Calming of your every fear

Feel my affection upon these evening skies
Tempting as this nighttime glow
Finding you
Thy beauty blooms within this fullest moon
As ever I shall love you so
He that loves a rosy cheek,
  Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
  Fuel to maintain his fires:
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.

But a smooth and steadfast mind,
  Gentle thoughts and calm desires,
Hearts with equal love combined,
  Kindle never-dying fires.
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
 Jan 2014 Kathleen Levinski
Ottar
words can't sooth some wounds,
kind words are not a balm except to the soul,
if each day is an emotional edge and precipice,
what tenacity, but it takes the toll
pay a price, the entrance fee is steep,
no one is asking you to live gracefully,
Janus had two faces and you do not,
you may feel pressure of force to fracture,
to fit what every one expects of you,
but what is one beautiful sad girl supposed to do,
she writes poetry filled with woe you see, you see?
she is a mom, R E S P E C T, that is what you get from me,
as for the rest,
you will do your best,
there others out there with similar tests,
                                                          ­      of the human spirit,
as for God, He has big shoulders, go for a walk and let him know
where He dropped the ball, but on the way back, be prepared to listen
to Him and Him alone, is all,
baggage we all have,
If I could take one piece of yours,
and carry it for 1 year, I fear I lack the courage or the guts,
                                                           ­  and I would use alot of buts to
explained why I failed and you succeed,
you do have choices,
please see that you do,
ask for help from those around you,
you do have choices, that sounds empty, hear the echo...
I should throw in a disclaimer,
but I can hear "it is easier to blame her"
but we all know that is not true and that is from the Pit,
I care, but knowing you are no where near here,
makes me unsure what good this will do here.
 Jan 2014 Kathleen Levinski
Sir B
I need to stop thinking in fantasy
and stop with the books
they provide an escape
to a different reality
where everything is better and good
but it's only for a short time

Then..
I come back to my own reality
and cannot face it

The problems,
my dreams, which will never come true
they just become snow
and stay there forever
and it starts to get cold
and hurtful

I cannot keep living in fantasy
it starts to hurt
but fantasy is the only true
escape,

*its the only highway
that starts where ever you want
and goes where ever you want
Thursday poem.. TFiOS becoming a movie and its official trailer has been released. Very excited, because its a wonderful book and will be a wonderful movie. Stay warm, another snow storm expected!
is it selfish of me to
want you for
myself?

(c.r)
10 words
Parasitic friend,
Your promises to me were
Laced with poisoned breath.
© Marcus Lane 2012

Author's note: This haiku is a return to some sort of writing after a break of two years. (Not owing to an addiction, I hasten to add!)
Gold tipped crocus spears
Pierce the frost-skinned garden's heart:
Winter lies bleeding
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