Lovin' Nashurly
Some marriages begin with fire,
some in wet cement.
I'd prefer a watery womb,
But water often turns to ice.
So I think fire
would be quite nice.
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If my love
one only body had
But prestidigital
in costume flesh appeared
twice thrice transformed,
My only heart would skip
twelve dozen fingers
round her soul
to dance six thousand songs.
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How often a tongue has cradled them,
And lips passed over their sides.
What stories have gravied their chatter,
What hands have carried their load.
Washed shiny, rubbed smooth,
They rest in their gleaming,
Wrapped in each other,
Two spoons in a drawer.
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Full House
Queen of pleasure,
Trumpet jack,
Nine ten kings crowning
Shuffle pack.
Upon my tray
Spill hearts and diamonds,
Red delight in blackening night.
* * * * *
Rushing through the aislesSelecting spectacles,
Tongue tasting chocolate offerings,
Pressing fingers into leather gloves,
Arranging fine apparel on my shoulders,
Slipping into woolen slacks,
Slim feet exploring cordovans --
My hands
in panting darkness
Pause
around two silver shining coins
Spent in your market.
* * * * *
We are a lover,self in other
harvest of our seed;
Crushed grape fermented,
bubbling over
blood in symphony;
Our hearts in eagle soaring,
gone,
embraced,
exploding
in the nova
ova
super
spermutacious
Love of God.
* * * * *
Beans
My love within a bean jar
keeps
delicious
memories of hot red Mexicans
and jelly whites
with French cut strings
and butter beans
where on the kidneys
scurry jumping beans.
They pile up within the glass
Observing vines entwining
Over in a bean bag heaven
Where the garden groans.
* * * * *
Bettermore
Bettermore
we said.
I better shouted,
More she sighed.
We wrapped together
everbedded
bettermore.
* * * * *
What a wonder starfish
made for mating
five arm lipping
sucker seeking,
Yet so ill-conceived
to wander self-regenerate
among the cold stones.
But as a lover
how complete
that in a frenzy
even swallowing a tentacle
He she springs forth another limb erect
to climb again to paradise
with arms
with arms
with arms.
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Columbia
O you gem,
Erect and ready,
Shimmering sweetly on the sand!
Bring us aloft,
Let boosters fire,
Come bessemer the sea!
On burning billows,
Arc us over weightless
Energy in space
Where tanks exhausted plunge to rest,
Spent in your ocean,
Atlantis in your arms.
* * * * *
By boat and by body
She carried him over.
With arms in the night
She buckled his shoulder.
By heart and by head
She followed stars over.
Found pond pleasure filling
Bed belly in clover.
By beauty she fed,
By body she bled,
Her lover she led
Going over.
* * * * *
An avalanche of automotion
Thunders down our oculus.
Maps crowded with names
Yield up no story.
Activity obliterates the time
To pause
At the center
Where parties in promise
Are
Parties in prayer.
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Dream Thrower
This lady beside me
in drowsy complexion
throws dreaming
a pottery plate
on her wheel.
Emerging in fire
a shimmer of succulence
tables in heaven,
reflection of yesterday's whirl.
Now still is her wheel,
cool her palette.
Love makes the world
stand still,
lie down.
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