Kristy Lee
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Beautiful
I watched in awe.
Beautiful
I whispered.
She’s yours
he said
smiling as I kissed his warm lips. -
Scars - One Inside The Other
If scars were roads…
We’d meet at night
in the crease between hip and thigh.
A country lane
where moonlight grazes tarmac
and sky is the colour of dried ink. -
Fireside Trip
Together we choked on wood smoke
as I stoked the flames,
wanting to see if they could lick the sky
and melt a hole in the ozone
which would drip into our ears
like a whore’s tongue -
Nighttime Regrets
If I am to ache
please let it be
in the morning time
where dawn brings hope
where water runs clear
and not tonight
where our sins match
the blackened sky -
My Own Kind Of Rainbow
Pink
As a pale silk slip puddled on the floor
And raging the full spectrum toward violent red,
Coming as close as possible while missing, instead pressing against -
Antisocial Cracks
Red sloshes in glasses
to tint lips, cheeks,
fingertips,
spreading an absorbing stain across
this landscape
of nodding heads. -
Impressions
Those permanent pastels were outlined
by the darker edges of city streets
where boys sold their childhood
in open air markets
and five o’clock shadows
fell onto precocious cheeks. -
Beauty of the Partly Eaten Peach
The beauty of a partly eaten peach
lies not in the fruit itself,
crudely halved by teeth,
sucked dry by lips and tongue -
Lemon Meringue Pie
Six inches of hot crust,
cools when covered with tartness
stirred constantly by sweetness,
and yellow juices solidify
the next layer of deceptiveness. -
Rift
You’ve learned contentment
in being seamed together;
you don’t complain about the creases
or the worn corners and peeling edges. -
Embittered Sally
In the concrete
outside Sally’s apartment
young lovers had carved
initials and hearts
that had likely lasted
longer than the love
that inspired the act. -
Something like love...
You pulled me through
the carnage
with the best of words,
a woman
with an inside glowing
of firewood, buoyed
on a spoken stream -
Crevices
It startles me to touch you….
Roaring hymn notes lash out at us with
hues of glorification,
beating high on notes of human depravity. -
You and Me
I glance your way occasionally,
waiting for the precise moment…Your stillness – picture perfect,
I can no longer resist you. -
Read to me...
Read to me,
your eyelids low as you look down,
your eyebrows raised in light
that shines back from the page.
Your lips form supple shapes and
let me glimpse your curling tongue… -
Master Poet
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Dancing Demons
But every once and again
I send the lamb to his den.
Tear the clothing from my body,
dance wildly with those succulent demons.
And paint rich, earthly pleasure
atop my naked skin. -
Power of Seduction
Look at him, then away. Look
up, then down, and try to think
of your eyelashes as a veil
you lift and drop. Don’t stare.sit, stand, and turn to walk away,
swaying your hips.
