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re redviolin's ''Inhale , exhale ....delicious.(repost)'' INC [[ ''non haiku solon says 14 ' ']]

movement ‘sthough at dance; discribes, not unlike that of zombi;
movement’s declared remote controlled; eyes closed, ’sthough not needed:

first toy ‘lectric motor cars were remotely opp’rated
if by an attached to a long cord to the car one having
a toy car on a lead, instead,
now, saying as though trying to show/say that

‘remote’ used to be connected if apart from , here, my
’’car’’ seems such such is the life o’ the poem for we see ‘closed
eyes’ because it despicts now the ’mind’s eye’ beautifully
ambiguously also suggesting the mind always has/
had videos, we, the people of the body we tailend
achievers:
are yes!; we, people of the mind, always are
centuries ahead of our body selves: yes we also
see ’mind’s eye’ see the ’’cord’’ here is Time and its connection
is stopped, in my tale the car is mobile, so pretend the
remote/cord’s
not there; the mnd turns on memory video /
projected home movie…

_Your breath caresses neck,/ I move [intercpt, one]

to let you near.

Smile forming as you whisper…….
we know the dance,
.
…………………………….the ‘breath’ is like the voice in the
telephone behind me under the blanket in the dark.
there is direction; delicious, the ambiguity
of smile (suddenly remembering ‘’the man who always
smiled’’ somebody done disfigured his mouth while a baby).
‘we know the dance’ is euphemism…. as well as whim and
irony and wit no, the only thing definitrly
done on a toilet seat is sitting on it
(forgive me!;
i philosopised, one day). before, that: …because we all learn/
dance our own steps:
……………….the direction within the poem suggests
the two danced to this tune before ; ‘advance’ again bespeaks
progress as well as permission to excel all the …lence
you got when you ‘exhale’ again to/and complete the word
half spoken; ‘advance’ also the usual as instruction
to troops toward the castle. i’ve never liked ‘delicious’,
but maybe i love it too much.
.
Your aura reaches me first, [intercpt, two]

my skin receives with pleasure.
The memory of you comes to me
across the ether.
Thats all we have …today.
.
………………………………has already had some
words spoken….. ‘aura’ shews/suggests the gradual sensi,tive
apparent coming together occurring as does the
penumbra to umbra of eclipse; too, the start of time:
the time of the time of the poem withdrawn f
rom equating:
the mind video’s understatement, ‘across the ether’ sigs
the actual tardis illimitability/projectability, aye
dimensions of the brain, is described by j’s ‘’my father’s
house has many rooms.’’
.

But all is enough, [intercpt, three]
as we fill up.
And flow over the void,
lips part
tongues slip in discovered places.
.
……………………….‘all’ satisfying ‘enough’ a cosmic
cup is filled, ’’overfloweth’’; ‘tongues’ redefines for me my
prob with ‘delicious’; ‘slip in discovered places’ greets me
better than hamlet’s ‘’undiscovered country’’ bringing with
it the delights of ’’finding’’ omg ‘’secret gardens;
hidden tunnels; mister sheen places’’
.
‘Inhale …exhale….delicious….’ [intercpt, four]

………………………………also ends the poem,
it recalling ‘’…sunrise: sunset…’’ refraining inside a
fiddler on the roof song always reaching a subsequent
stanza about a different stage of life, ‘’…sunrise: sunset…’‘,
signifying time passing: ’Inhale …exhale….delicious ….’ , sigs
breaths contimuity / delicious experientials
.
the senses were equally stimulated to get the emotional dam
nigh busting point; ‘and drunk like a long cool drink…quenching thirst’ actually

wants a/the busted emotional dam to o’er
drench! her thirst like those queensland floods: let’s say the big wet (me

to!).
………‘eyes are shining’ like the battery’s recharged; she takes
possession of the event: it ‘my room’; ;here….not there’; ‘my
hand’; ‘your warmth’: ‘my reality’, ‘’instead…’’ all culminates
with the usual contradictory philosophising;
even statements/forums unapproached in the poem, usual
because we talk freely then, so free that we feel/know if
not now, then never
we’d pick the right words heard and know to
align how they do, not ‘can’, fit for if you quibble, spell
out, punctuate, ask what?,: …it is what is liturgical
equivalence…….
.
……………..‘sustenance’ declares this. ‘never enough’:
’it’s enough’/ ‘(t)hat you love me, and I feel you near’:/ [ ‘e is
not there.] ’I need you tonight’ ‘s why the summons’. They meet as
i, and dulcinea, of man of la mancha; who is/
are manifestations of/with helen (not of troy) and

cleopatra ‘’as impossible as cannot meet;’’ as
i say ‘bout the indebted nations: ’’cannot is the same
as nothing there;‘’ when you cancel the debts there suddenly
is ’’something there is a portion of; the tap is not a
waterfall, only so much comes out no matter how much
you account you should have: looking back your good accounting
should have kept that nation now in debt still profitable
to you, your accounting. it has been the decade, plus that
postcomp. accountancy has took percentage/fine/cost from
accounts from all sundry fore telling the bankers how much /
of what percentage they wanted when accrued, thereby reap
all those billions…………
………………. : poem i wrote says besides pope benedict
(he a maybe); it’ll take them (meaning the experts; esp. the
psycholigists) 20 yrs before they might think of the
significance of the condom / been already seven
years: they’re backward already: therefore this mention…. well, post
comp accountancy (yes net users, long as i’ve observed
them)…. looks like they’ve done more than steal 2; 9; 12; 25….
$. off the pauper poet; _yes! yes! ………
.
……………………………………………….yes! body come!
……………………………………………….dulcinea
……………………………………………….cleopatra
………………………………………………..helen (not of…)
……………………………………………….come let me rhyme!
.
juddarwin

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Inhale , exhale ….delicious….(repost)

In silence I float,
eyes closed
tuning in
remote.

I feel and see in my minds eye,
all that is kept from me.
Time suspends and we begin.

Your breath caresses neck,
I move to let you near.
Smile forming as you whisper…….
we know the dance,
slow and gentle
advance.

Inhale , exhale …..delicious,

Your aura reaches me first,
my skin receives with pleasure.
The memory of you comes to me
across the ether.
Thats all we have …today.

But all is enough,
as we fill up.
And flow over the void,
lips part
tongues slip in discovered places.
.

Rationed out , seduction
of the senses.
Sensuous overload to be stored for later,
and drunk like a long cool drink…quenching thirst.

Inhale exhale ….delicious

Your eyes are shining ,
lighting the darkness in my room.
As I magic you here….not there.
My hand on your warmth
it is my reality.

For sustenance it must be so,
never enough…its enough…..
That you love me, and I feel you near.
I need you tonight

Inhale …exhale….delicious….

by redviolin

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re redviolin's ''Inhale , exhale ....delicious.(repost)'' INC [[ ''non haiku solon says 14 ' ']]

juddarwin

Joined June 2009

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