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curious, curious
the hang is luring,
syllables rolling
from lips alluring.
quips quick
with whispers that linger
softly in the air
and i'm hang-
ing on the edge
of your next words.
old muse, new views
this poetic motion
glides whimsical;
with a hummingbird quickness
that auras over my eyelids.
the hang is luring,
syllables rolling
from lips alluring.
quips quick
with whispers that linger
softly in the air
and i'm hang-
ing on the edge
of your next words.
old muse, new views
this poetic motion
glides whimsical;
with a hummingbird quickness
that auras over my eyelids.
Literature
Beneath Her Beautiful
"I'm a tailor," he told her, when they first met. "A dressmaker, too." He knew it wouldn't catch her attention the way a doctor or a CEO might, but his passion was what got them all interested in the end. When she asked about his work, he played up the sensory aspect - the sight of a newly created outfit; the fresh scent of his fabrics and the sheer artistry involved. He talked, too, about the pleasure he found in spotting the imperfections beneath the outer beauty.
By the time he got to his customary pick-up line, the one he'd stolen from a popular song, she was already pretty taken in. He stole her breath when he asked her to show him the
Literature
the ghost woman
She was a shadow
blue eyes blinded by sunrise
light lost long ago
Literature
Summer Woman
Woman, you are my burnt sienna sculpture on Sun-days.
You are hiding my strength in rufous hair
and I feel you: russet-flushed to the touch,
jagged collarbone curving into neck,
easing into shoulders, into breasts;
woman, you are the warmest stone –
you are summery stone
to my water-drenched hands.
Woman in deepest reverie, you are hiding
my strength in pacific oceans of titian;
in running veins. My grasp
slips from skin slopes of sun and stone,
slips from you.
Woman of ragged flint and oil,
in sleep, your wind-kissed stone-neck drifts,
surges into a soft arch in air –
and does not meet ground;
and does not bow.
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you speak in tongues
that rings in configured eights,
and i am awfully inquisitive
about exploring your lemniscate.
that rings in configured eights,
and i am awfully inquisitive
about exploring your lemniscate.
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I especially like the stanza in the Notes. You have some delightful wordplay and alliteration here, and as always your flow is so so good.