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Rochelle R Apr 2016
When the wind clears the murky haze
That has clouded my eyes for a thousand days
Keeping me chained and confoundedly dazed
I'll emerge freed from the tortured craze
Under the most cloudless sky the sun ever raised
To see my direction lit in the rays



Let's hope this self-reflection stays
Christine Jul 2010
He asks you
To lie down, naked on his bed
And when you try to cover yourself
To hide what you perceive as flaws
He prevents it.
He holds your hands
And looks in your eyes
And tells you
Exactly
What he's going to do.

He starts at your feet
(So he can end with your mind)
And travels up your flesh.
At each point, he kisses
And looks in your eyes
And tells you
Exactly
Why it's perfect.

At your most insecure
Your stomach, your hips, your *******
He takes the most time.
Your stomach is perfect; soft and warm.
Your hips are beautiful; he loves to watch them sway.
Your ******* are the most sensuous creation; he could live between your mounds.

He continues up your body
Tenderly tracing your curves with his mouth
With his fingers
With his eyes.
Trying to preserve your frame in his mind
To recreate when you leave
Because he never wants you to go.
And if all he can have is the memory of your body
He will remember it in perfection.

But he does not neglect your eyes, your heart, your mind.
Once he reaches them
He tells you that your eyes are the most beautiful stars
He has ever seen
And he would travel to Jupiter if it meant he could find their equal
But he knows he could never find better.
He says your heart holds the most rare liquid in the world
The blood of a goddess
For what goddess before you has been human?
He says your mind is the most confoundedly beautiful maze
He has ever traveled.
And he doesn't really want to ever solve it
Because the path is so wonderful.

As he finishes memorizing every last part of you
And every last part of your soul
He looks in your eyes
And tells you
Exactly
How much he loves you.
- From on love and other twisted things
Leanne Hillman Oct 2017
There is only one Wizard of Tiny pink glee
Infinite procession in Magical Be
A Daddy, Dad, a Father is He

Unbroken, untamed is how he made  me
An infinite procession in Magical "Be"- -

know how you know?
Yes. I am thee!
Excellent, then. Onto remind me…

The wizard, wand and warlock all 3
Bejeweled not shiney- no someday we'll see?

He holds the mystery with one golden Key

Go. Participate. Change is a foot!
Confoundedly consistent, You wrote the book

Life is messy & no Symphony
No music. no composer. No orchestra seat

Listen in song and tap your feet
Be hear and now- a Melody beats

Of Poet, of poem in it to See
You are my Father
Pure poetry!

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