all thumbs and salivating

sometimes a spark is just not enough
sometimes you need a flame -
fifteen hundred damp echoes steeped in
blood bone stone stiffen trembles still
shaking splattered tip over slow melt
cradled hooked skipped forward seasoned
among the shards motion pick kneels as
crows gather hunter eyes watch.
in falling grace does come still light to fall
upon and lend itself passed from hand to hand
casting rocks and throwing stones
where that three-fold
violence ignorance aggression
justify desecrate breed creating distrust
proud pride progression differences
simplicity cannot correct
heritage webs and beliefs.
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stars pulsing magnetized dharma
driven impelling riven strikes course
blip slip buoyant softly starlight-moon
slipping through plumb deep into mystery
susserations ascending dreaming.
star mariner maps wind currents within
sound light fixed sail rides quick spill stream
shadows freeway their fallen desire
very vast like love on sea was found to keep.
interplay journeys home after questing.
wheeling soft delicious rhythm.
he and she rumbling rattling heaving ancient
her hot soft delicious silky gap found
lemondrop honeypot drip drop drip drop
come come came three stop between
after last one at an end turned over and left
left for home again that where that when that
old other love that old other desire that old
fit easy childlike engineered to give and take.
polite handsome jack prince turned swaggered
sat motionless across glanced towards
swallowing watched a moment praying
whispered low into red-rimmed fedora making
heaven stop . . . . .
abandoned salvation longed redeemed
branded bleeding angel tears seeping
reformed masking warm breath hot soft desire
entertained silhouette thought marking a
particular exit way available at back and to
one side in the rear. as though an old friend
his every smile sweeping down aisles of past
years that saw better days a name slung over
a shoulder hung on a peg nailed to a post held
up against and trampled in the dirt.
doors slammed sped away nature eyes skirt
know him his it delicious slice could well will
be end in dirt returned postage and dues paid
and spent.
stones’ throw row a boat -
all along along roll roll,
roll roll roll roll roll . . . . .
trod through dust and burning sand across
time. swim temporal fragment. return gazing
watch streaming serenity clouds break swirl
weepingly mist sky. enveloping starlight
beckons from above turning dark waters
shimmering to entreat like hand into glove
slipping into night. rays fly signal crash erupt
in sight-blinding awe. treasure sought should
encircled now find near. a stupor sense with
slightest whim recoil all laid out upon the
land a picnic blanket banquet as fleeting
fleeing awestruck lovestruck thunderstruck
takes a second take takes a third then flinch.
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all thumbs and salivating

mhkantor

Joined December 2007

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