"purls" poems
In a playful vision sent
Your ****** homologue
Of amber shins and pale phalanges
Weaves four-leaved clovers.
In response,
***** spurs
And protean winged descent
To float into your kaleidoscopic star:
Gliding,
Freely falling,
To rest in lace extremities.
There in our bed of sensual feet,
Sunflowers breath,
Whose burnished rotating petals
Gather me in wisps,
Each spiral frond,
Gyring
Before death's voids
Is drawn in purls.
And in pleasures held,
Cossetted in latticed limbs,
A ***** lustrous rich embrace;
Denuded and alive!
And with abandon kissed:
Bony toes
Tendons
Deep arches
Shins
Ankles,
Sweetmeats,
Light and delicate.
As here between pretty shins
And fleshy silken feet
Our ascent begins
Rising,
From low regions,
To scale new night,
And crown our heights.
This lovers' leap into prismatic
reproduction
In the empty Cosmic wastes
In a web is caught!
Where feet and toes inspire
Continuity for pointed stars.
As material possibilities collide
The lust for life
Is born in non-existence:
So in our nest of feet,
Mating in the game
With heads thrown back,
Of lust drink deeply we.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
Evening cleats The Bay,
As cavalcades of passive argon, sulphur on
the ogham slicks,
to treacle ways toward the seeding
cooling of the hours,...
The sleights of crimson, fringe
the bruising cower of the West, to
brightly die behind the leathered hill.
From a wrist of tallowed amethyst,
a Tiercel purls a last ellipse, and in
his sinking helix ships, the Sommes
of curdled estuaries, to brood
the closing Mill....
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
Only a fool could have discovered such purls of wisdom.
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 6:54 AM UTC
Incense used to cover up
a marijuana trail,
purls out the slightly
cracked window
and flows through the pixel
apartment window screen as
clouds crawl across the sky
like the white feline flecked with
basement dust as he
yawns.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
My Mother is a butterfly
For it is beauty that she brings
To the garden and our lives
And about the house she sings
She is genteel and lovely
The dew of lilies in spring
Sparkling sunlit world
Shining joy on everything
She knits, she purls
Scarves and baby cloak
Cushion, insulate branches
A sophisticated oak
Family tree, center is she
Strength of each our lives
Great grand babies smiles
Glee, elation whenever she arrives
My mother is a butterfly
A wonder of God’s good grace
Flutters of my heart
Every time I see her face
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC