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Post by Paulo on Feb 12, 2004 19:34:11 GMT
The Kiss
Long, soft wet
and slow
between blankets of night
and painted canvas
a spot of green
a thrust of violet
colours struggling between themselves.
Her mouth; his mouth;
sucks and bites
down the pleasure line
around the heart shape
teasingly
hungrily
tongue punching, tapping, licking
like a cat
licking at milk
like a visitor
poking the doorbell
colours spilling out everywhere.
She comes and waits
not long
for his mouth to return to her mouth
with more wet kisses.
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Post by Paulo on Sept 19, 2004 22:35:45 GMT
Peaches, Sunday Afternoon
Peaches, now at their peak,
Any sweeter and they would spoil,
Almost falling apart under the kitchen knife,
And we carry them you and I
Into the sun slanting across our bed
And we take the peaches into our mouths,
Trail the juices down each curve and hollow,
Follow the glistening tracks with laughing tongues.
And I lie back and with a sigh
I bring the dripping sweet fruit to my lips
And as it dissolves and melts in my hungry mouth
I dissolve and melt
In yours.
Jennisara, July 2002
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Post by Paulo on Sept 19, 2004 22:37:46 GMT
Treasures
A box of precious jewels
Each with a unique power
Some offer pain, but others joy
Open the box and feel them all
One by one
By Anthony Cody
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Post by WILLOW on Oct 4, 2004 0:10:56 GMT
I Love My Love
by Helen Adam
In the dark of the moon the hair rules.
--Robert Duncan
There was a man who married a maid. She laughed as he led her home.
The living fleece of her long bright hair she combed with a golden comb.
He led her home through his barley fields where the saffron poppies grew.
She combed, and whispered, "I love my love." Her voice like a plaintive coo.
Ha! Ha!
Her voice like a plaintive coo.
He lived alone with his chosen bride, at first their life was sweet.
Sweet was the touch of her playful hair binding his hands and feet.
When first she murmured adoring words her words did not appall.
"I love my love with a capital A. To my love I give my All.
Ah, Ha!
To my love I give my All."
She circled him with the secret web she wove as her strong hair grew.
Like a golden spider she wove and sang, "My love is tender and true."
She combed her hair with a golden comb and shckled him to a tree.
She shackled him close to the Tree of Life. "My love I'll never set free.
No, No.
My love I'll never set free."
Whenever he broke her golden bonds he was held with bonds of gold.
"Oh! cannot a man escape from love, from Love's hot smothering hold?"
He roared with fury. He broke her bonds. He ran in the light of the sun.
Her soft hair rippled and trapped his feet, as fast as his feet could run,
Ha! Ha!
As fast as his feet could run.
He dug a grave, and he dug it wide. He strangled her in her sleep.
He strangled his love with a strand of hair, and then he buried her deep.
He buried her deep when the sun was hid by a purple thunder cloud.
Her helpless hair sprawled over the corpse in a pale resplendent shroud.
Ha! Ha!
A pale resplendent shroud.
Morning and night of thunder rain, and then it came to pass
That the hair sprang up through the earth of the grave, and it grew like golden grass.
It grew and glittered along her grave alive in the light of the sun.
Every hair had a plaintive voice, the voice of his lovely one.
"I love my love with a capital T. My love is Tender and True.
I'll love my love in the barley fields when the thunder cloud is blue.
My body crumbles beneath the ground but the hairs of my head will grow.
I'll love my love with the hairs of my head. I'll never, never let go.
Ha! Ha!
I'll never, never let go."
The hair sang soft, and the hair sang high, singing of loves that drown,
Till he took his scythe by the light of the moon, and he scythed that singing hair down.
Every hair laughed a liting laugh, and shrilled as his scythe swept through.
"I love my love with a capital T. My love is Tender and True.
Ha! Ha!
Tender, Tender, and True."
All through the night he wept and prayed, but before the first bird woke
Around the house in the barley fields blew the hair like billowing smoke.
Her hair blew over the barley fields where the slothfull poppies gape.
All day long all its voices cooed, "My love can never escape,
No, No!
My love can never escape."
"Be still, be still, you devilish hair. Glide back to the grave and sleep.
Glide back to the grave and wrap her bones down where I buried her deep.
I am the man who escaped from love, though love was my fate and doom.
Can no man ever escape from love who breaks from a woman's womb?"
Over his house, when the sun stood high, her hair was a dazzling storm,
Rolling, lashing o'er walls and roof, heavy, and soft, and warm.
It thumped on the roof, it hissed and glowed over every window pane.
The smell of the hair was in the house. It smelled like a lion's mane,
Ha! Ha!
It smelled like a lion's mane.
Three times round the bed of their love, and his heart lurched with despair.
In through the keyhole, elvish bright, came creeping a single hair.
Softly, sftly, it stroked his lips, on his eyelids traced a sign.
"I love my love with a capital Z. I mark him Zero and mine.
Ha! Ha!
I mark him Zero and mine."
The hair rushed in. He struggled and tore, but wherever he tore a tress,
"I love my love with a capital Z," sang the hair of the sorceress.
It swarmed upon him, it swaddled him fast, it muffled his every groan.
Like a golden monster it seized his flesh, and then it sought the bone,
Ha! Ha!
And then it sought the bone.
It smothered his flesh and sought the bones. Until his bones were bare
There was no sound but the joyful hiss of the sweet insatiable hair.
"I love my love," it laughed as it ran back to the grave, its home.
Then the living fleece of her long bright hair, she combed with a golden comb.
1958
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Post by WILLOW on Jan 10, 2005 17:00:03 GMT
Love's stricken "why"
- Emily Dickinson
Love's stricken "why"
Is all that love can speak—<br>Built of but just a syllable
The hugest hearts that break.
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Post by Paulo on Feb 12, 2005 20:45:51 GMT
Life!
Life is precious, guard it
Life is a challenge, meet it
Life is tense, ease it
Life is promise, keep it
Life is a pleasure, enjoy it
Life is rough, smooth it
Life is a duty, do it
Life is life, live it
Anon
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