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I watched her
disembark
from
her Chevy truck
with the "Go Army" sticker.
She carefully strapped
on her metal legs
and walked to the bench
fifty feet away,
to sit
& skip stones.
It seemed like a struggle for her,
but she was persistent,
quite successful.
Seeing her like that
made me think
about
how much
I take for granted.
Like getting up
in the middle of the night
just to urinate.
She's gone now,
but I sure do hope
she comes back,
I can't wait to meet her,
feel her spirit.
It's the exhilaration
I feel
cruising at mach one
down her slippery *****.
Her eyes beckon me
with visions of
being lost at sea,
a wavy motion
down on her knees.
Breathtaking.
I feel the entire universe
explode.
Traces of me
like mime-paint
makes me speechless,
overcome with raw emotion.
It's not a laughing matter,
this thing she craves,
we call it love.
And she's an expert
at it...
licking her lips.
A light rain
covers my face,
tiny droplets
I swallow
& I taste,
I taste
the sacred heavens.
 Apr 2015 Livingdeadgirl
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I recovered from the night again,
She had disappeared once more,
Was she using me as a ******???

I was frustrated & also saddened,
My self-control got strengthened,
For I was not a tissue to be used!!!

I have my feelings & my emotions,
Presence and absence torture me,
Ego I had tamed got hurt by now...

I won't let that elusive Angel come,
Questioning I must be her realities,
Illusions will end this time finally!!!

I'll establish an identity of my own,
Dependent I'll not be on the angel,
Was she only a dream & no more???

I had duly asked the aged captain,
To search a lovely bride very soon,
Oh, so sure I am about afterwards...

I was tailed by the spirit-like angel,
So irritated by her dreary dreams,
On-off, came-gone, again & again!!!

I now would learn to catch angels,
With the plan, I went to the mage,
Should I now learn some spells???

I entered through a dark alleyway,
Was told to visit this strange place,
What comes across - I wondered...

I knocked the door & she appeared,
Very young she seemed to me now,
Just the age of the angel of dreams!!!

I noticed that she wore a long robe,
So shiny it was silvery like her hair,
Just like the angel of dreams wore...

I rubbed my tired eyes in disbelief,
"Who're you?" I asked very loudly,
"Are you the mage's daughter???"

I wondered for long & she replied,
"Your guess is correct, kind Sailor,"
She beckoned me into the shack...

I set my foot on the wooden floor,
I look for any sign of the mage,
I want to be set free of the cage!!!

I just thought & thought about it,
But the witch was not to be seen,
Curious I asked, "Where is she???"

"I am my mother," she said calmly,
Perplexed I couldn't say a thing,
My mouth opened once & shut...

I was now about to rise & go away,
But she stopped me with her arms,
"I must show you," so she did say!!!

I did not believe what my eyes saw,
How she changed into the old mage,
Then back into her own daughter???

O I had become confused a lot now,
Why would she transform like this,
I feared if it was actually the angel...
We'd play
Dungeons and Dragons
for hours
in the bunker at night.
We all had special powers.
Some of them worked,
some didn't.
I miss those guys.
I wore a cloak of invisibility
so I could
come
back home
to write about it.
(I Thank God,
my cloak
& my lucky stars.)
I have,
I love,
a sense of adventure
& I was,
I am,
doing
some deep thinking
& I own,
I ride,
a powerful horse.
I smell things
you cannot describe...
would like to say.
I can give you
what you want.
Tell me.
I have no remorse,
but if I did,
it would be
the kind
felt between
the tectonic plates.
For I have no control
over shifts
in the great creation,
this place
we call home.
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