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TemptatiousI am
  delicate and yielding
like a memory wrapped in mussed silk crimson sheets
   legs intertwined
   thighs demanding

I am
   as strong as steel
forged by the heat of your hands and the melt of your mouth
   fingers seeking
   eyes searching

I am
  exposed and fragile
like the delicate rushing point just before the crashing climax
   lips parted
   tongues sparring

I am
   simplistic complexity
bound by the power of chemistry, beyond the point of return

Sunset tonight
the burnt orange sky
was impressed
with darkening lavender bruises...

and
I thought of you

Of Holidays Pastof holidays past
impressions dance;
a blur of impatience
are my memories.

I browse and graze
the delicacies of my thoughts,
filaments of days gone by.

tasty morsels of scents
forever seared into synapse
     pine
     cranberry
     warm cinnamon apple pie.

today
my grandmothers prophetic whisper
haunts, "Cherish the quickly passing moment."
     rooms filled with familiar voices
     joy filled songs playing in the background
     boisterous drunken shouts.

remembering pauses
I hear a bab

Without Grace~February 1998~

Both of my hands rest on the gentle swell of my abdomen. Standing in front of the window above the sink, I draw invisible magic circles on the skin over the baby girl nestled inside my expanding body. I stare out the window at nothing, while a tiny smile plays upon my lips. My eyes may not see, but my imagination is in full swing; I am dreaming wide awake. It is a parent's natural inclination. I see puppies, ribbons and lace, school buses, tears, phones, boys, books and hands clasped with matching gold bands.

We are close, she and I. We share the same breath, the same nourishment. She startles when I do and she doesn't

Revolutionit's just there.
first thing in the morning
   always
   lingering
I do better during the day, I get busy, I think of other things
   but
it is persistent
unexpected in its depth

   later
the dark of night and weariness beckon
   but still
it is the last thing on my conscious mind
your presence has even crossed the threshold of my dreams
and I am left to wonder
Is this ever going to go away?
Am I forever altered, deeply transformed at even the cellular level?

I am reminded of the mysterious healing stain of time
how it amends, alters and modifies

Unwanted Materialdye him unmemorable from the start
  for there is danger otherwise
make it known as well as we acknowledge
   the nature of the wind
powerful, changeable, and unceasing until it stills

the deeper you delve
   the more you will see
buttoned and bruised
   he is naked before you
color him forgettable
  so it will hurt less when you leave

sweet companion

I grasp the fleeting fingers

of solitude

in a desperate tenuous grasp

Finding Peaceshe is like a golden sickle
piercing dark purple velvet,
carving a place for diamonds
to dance and fly.

observing her rise and descent,
I dream of dwelling in the curve of her breast
feeling each stroke against the night,
lying in that silent sacred bow.

I marvel, watching diamonds fall
absorbing their heat as they brush my face,
illuminating my endless wonder-
I revel in her magic, her power.

Friendship's Songmy sky is waiting for you
  a billion stars shining bright
  blanketed upon an endless unfurling velvet night

my eyes are searching for you
  anticipating that sunny fate-filled day
  two fine friends will meet, a million words to say

my seas remain open to you
  mysterious and calm wave upon wave
  a thousand memories waiting to be made and saved

my land exists to comfort you
  peace and rest linger for your claiming
  a hundred empty moments seem to be remaining

my land, my seas, my eyes, my sky
  combine to shape a hopeful invitation
&#

Three Little Words it is like a lullaby
the sweetest music to your ears
   a dream come true when sincerely uttered
ecstasy in that moment, rapture

"come forth" you silently whisper,
    "caress my very soul"
to you, magic is imbued in each letter
   of those three little words:

     you are right

Sunlight and shadows
wink and wave
as you loosen your
grip upon her hand,
   palms sliding
   fingers slipping to tips
and then
s
  e
p
   a
       r
a
  t
i
   o
        n
to a memory
to an ever increasing
thin sliver of air;
-warmth fading-
cool air and space
invading.

lose her
-wordlessly-
without a kiss goodbye
or backwards glance,
amid the cool golden wood
on fire.
a place where
-sometimes-
gray clouds,
low in the sky,
spu t t er
glistening graceful raindrops
that
   f
&#

I am a Hearta dichotomy of existence.
fragile and yet power filled;
breath fueling while stimulating life
defined by more than physiology, beyond biology.

life and death dividing,
pierce me with metal or word, and I bleed.
the ultimate unseen witness to each thought and every action.
broken, still healing in fused pieces the world leaves behind.
I am a heart.

worn for the world to see,
I shine from behind a child's eyes,
cherish lovers with passion's kiss
and comfortably wrap friendship with love.

I am more than a muscle, my numbered days unknown.
I take in all you see, that which you embrace,
and hold tomorrows aspirations safe in this dark mysteri

Sweet CravingsMost of the time,
   I don't need you.
Most of the time,
   I don't crave you.
Most of the time,
  I am not drawn to you
like a smile to a pair of plump rose colored lips.

But there are days, times, hours, torture filled

m o m e n t s

   when you call to me
   when you tempt me
   when I know nothing will satiate
like you.

The simple, undiluted, unvarnished truth
is this-
   I love the way you taste.

The instant I bring you to my mouth,
   and slip you gently past my lips
(seduction)
when your flavor bursts and

Recollectionyou are mystery,

   painfully
   silent,

slipping through my fingers;

I had you once, didn't I?

Stainedink stained fingers
   play
upon sun drenched skin
   while lips
     sear
passion filled moments blanketed in sin.

we lie together
    among
crumpled bits of paper
   words meant for
     nothing
steeped in the deepest danger.

"Poets make wonderful lovers,"
   lips and whispered words fall to my breast.

I rise up
   and neatly catch them there
my lips mute
   but heart replying,
and even better liars.

lie to me
lie with me
let the words you say
and your body

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Disobedient

by *dragon-fly-to-me, Sep 11, 2011, 3:30:48 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

untamed
and unbound
the grass is overgrown
in the meadow of my memories
and imagination's intrinsic field

shall we let them grow wild?

take my hand
leave the cutting blades behind
be lost with me
missing and
free

Disobedientby *dragon-fly-to-me

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Free Verse

©2011-2013 *dragon-fly-to-me

just something...

*BeyondJen Jan 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're a rebel m'dear and it speaks to me in loud volumes!

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*dragon-fly-to-me Jan 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

right! lol...me. A rebel.

I'm just a drone.

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*BeyondJen Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Hardly a drone.

You're a rebel. It must be true since I said it. Bam! I win...again.

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*dragon-fly-to-me Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You are a dorkus manorkus. For schnizzle.

Rebels are damn boring, love.

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*BeyondJen Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I can't believe you just called me boring. Hrmph!

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*dragon-fly-to-me Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

no you called me a rebel! if i'm a rebel then rebels are boring.

Bam. Truth.
(lol...

I'm so f-ing tired.)

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*BeyondJen Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

You're makin' no sense, darlin'.
I'm a rebel...and I don't think I'm boring.
And I may call you a rebel if I wish! And you are most certainly NOT boring! So there! Got it?

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*dragon-fly-to-me Jan 26, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well get used to it, why don't cha???!!!!!

just because I show my tits to the world does not mean I am exciting.

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`FuzzyHoser Sep 13, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

It's kind of delightful, this idear. (:

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*dragon-fly-to-me Sep 13, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks, dear.

Glad you have a liking for it.

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