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 Feb 2013 Vassana M
Connor Smith
Let us lay in endless greens, and symbiotically allow the day
A simple spinning about the omphalos of heart’s creation

I want to feel the rapturous entanglement of our atoms
Bursting in fruition as melismatic chiming sighs

And in this becoming, vernal musings with parameters repealed,
We glimpse an eternal oculus by sapid lips shared


In this essence chased through time and captured by the instance
Your quantum passion yearns toward the receptacle of prophecy

I, the oracle form a forecast in rhythm’s *****
To find that the plexus of forever pulsates beneath your skin and mine
 Feb 2013 Vassana M
zigzagtuesday
pretty far from the ocean.
further yet from the stars.
what i hear sounds much clearer
than what they actually are.
 Feb 2013 Vassana M
zigzagtuesday
testy temperaments are tried by tempests of temptation.
every erratic exclamation be eradicated by erasing expectations.
willing were we who wander where we wonder,
life leads little left to love for those too terrified to venture.
Odd boxes,
Patch the room.
Small plates of food
Half eaten, dusted,
With leftover crumbs and papers.
The phone never calls
And shades are drawn for days
Only opening for small, dropping lights
That move in the eves.

I can
Not look at all the photographs I took
Of us
Even though I want to,
Even though they lie
Close to me
With my unmade bed, on the floor
Always falling,
But never to sleep, without you,
Empty.
 Feb 2013 Vassana M
Sappho
And their feet move
rhythmically, as tender
feet of Cretan girls
danced once around an

altar of love, crushing
a circle in the soft
smooth flowering grass
 Dec 2012 Vassana M
Luna
The way her chest falls and rises again
to come back and meet with her clothes,
I find it comforting - not sure why,
but I do.

Maybe, It's because when I see her breathing in,
Slowly, relaxed, on time,
She can do it, so then I know,
So can I.

The waves come in and hug the sand,
Just like her chest does in breathing.
I come in to hold her hand,
but she's forever leaving.
 Nov 2012 Vassana M
BarelyABard
The universe is nothing more than
Words
in line with one another
Forming
incoherent realities
People
are born into, constantly filling the cesspool
Between
the then, the here, and the now. The
Time
when the cord is cut in the beginning and the end.
 Nov 2012 Vassana M
Connor Smith
***** of echoes, the virile resonance quaking lust -
Throbbing caverns shudder to ****** inciting vestal musk
Entranced of nocturnal bedevilment - barefaced in galactic greens,
Spores ethereal yet concealed to the Queen

Sumptuous omphalos; her ecstatic womb engulfing the bloom,
Carnal reckonings devoid of Mosaic release as panting creatures swoon
Vigorous pollination morphing the nectarean sheath
Roused stamen shrivel in an animus induced retreat

Again we'll rise to salute our idol
In burning continuance:
Fertility extolled
With pleasure recompensed.
 Nov 2012 Vassana M
E. B. White
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

— The End —