Chameleon

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dreams, emotion, eternal, fantasy, forever, imagination, longing, mystery, nature, romance, spiritual

 

 

Chameleon
my fairy sprite
you haunt my every dream
at night

by day
you sneak into
my thoughts, my hopes, my life —
my soul

I wish
to hold the warm,
taste the sweet succulence
of you

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Sprite

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destiny, emotion, free, lifetimes, longing, love, mystery, romance, sighs, spiritual

 

 

a delicate touch
upon my shoulder.
I see no one —
is it my imagination
a daydream, perhaps?
or am I in the presence
of a sprite,
a sylph,
the elemental of air

why are you here?
is it to remind me
of last night’s dream?
where I kissed you
at the back of your head,
eyelids,
nape of your neck,
shoulders,
inside your wrist,
at the bend of your elbows
and knees,
your nipples,
the curve a your waist,
inner thighs,
ankle,
arch of your foot,
finally,
at the sweetest fruit of all
where I linger in lust
and bring you
to ecstasy.

 

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dropped from the sky

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birds, compassion, emotion, empathy, empowerment, eternal, love, personal, romance, sadness

 

 

I enter the room,
see your form
cloaked in overwhelming sadness.
you stand on the balcony,
shoulders slumped,
looking out to sea.

a north breeze
ruffles your tresses.
a cool mist dampens your spirit,
causes you to shiver.
ominous clouds
roll towards shore.

as sunshine
I clothe you with comfort,
warm flannel like the shirt
I wrapped you in
one chilly night
upon the beach.

I cradle you
in loving arms
as my hands would nestle
an injured bird
vulnerable, defenceless
dropped
from the sky.

 

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Street Justice

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Abuse, addiction, alcoholism, assault, Buddhism, Christianity, compassion, kindness, psychology, Sociology, violence

 

I sit, in sadness,
holding hands with an injured friend;
her ribs broken and fractured,
her breathing painful and difficult,
her head aching and dizzy,
her face bruised
and scraped.

Another friend
is absent, in hiding; yet
he has no sanctuary,
there is no place he won’t be found.

At last, he had his life
in some semblance of order.
Two months sober;
he had an apartment, furniture;
his pride and self-worth had returned.
Then, he spent his rent check on booze —
starting with triple tequila shots
at a biker bar.
The universe
had given him a fresh start —
he threw it away.

Street justice will prevail;
sentence has been passed:
a bruise for a bruise,
a broken bone for a broken bone,
and something extra
so it won’t happen again.
Punishment will be exacted
with ruthless,
emotionless
efficiency.

 

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Serve with Love

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Buddhism, Christianity, compassion, destiny, emotion, empathy, love, loving kindness, philosophy, psychology, unconditional love

To family and friends in Orlando
 

 

If we serve with Love

our decisions become easier.

Instead of asking, What would I like?

Ask, What can I do to help?

 

This isn’t my idea,

but, over the past few years

I’ve been applying it

in my daily life.

The result —

I’ve found my purpose.

 

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Dunes

 

 

we rendezvous
at the secluded dunes.
the sea breeze
billows
your diaphanous gown,
ruffles your hair
like a flag.

brandy
warmed by the sun —
liquid fire
burns our throats,
warms our bellies
spreads through our veins.

a picnic lunch
of sweet, exotic,
erotic fruit
wets our lips,
whets our appetites.

poetry and confessions
stimulate and comfort
mind and soul.
we eat, we drink, we talk.
when words are over
we move closer together.

fascinated,
I adore your eyes
of untold mystery
and ruby red plump lips.
your scent is of the ocean.
you feel as delicate
as a flower.

I worry
that my clumsy hands
will crush you.
You assure me
that you are not so fragile
and put your arms
around my neck.

I sense your passion
and want to kindle it
with my own burning desire.
the taste of peach
the taste of you —
all my dreams
come true.

 

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Eating a Peach

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kisses, longing, love, nature, personal, romance, sighs

 

 

naked she sat
cross legged on the floor
eating a peach

juice meandered
down her chin
to the hollow
at the base of her neck

I couldn’t resist
the taste of peach
the taste of her

south
the juices dripped
followed by my tongue
to the tastiest fruit
af all

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Sweet Little Angel

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angel, blues, death, devil, emotion, free, in memoriam, love, lust, music

A tribute to B. B. (Blues Boy) King
Guitarist, Songwriter, Singer (1925–2015)
“King of the Blues”

 

 

Sweet little angel
your devil horns are showing through.
Sweet little angel
your devil horns are showing through.
I love you sweet baby,
all I ever want is you.

Sweet little angel
tell me your love is just for me
Sweet little angel
tell me your love is just for me
you know I need your lovin’
without it where’d I be?

Sweet little angel
spread your honeyed wings for me.
Sweet little angel
spread your honeyed wings for me.
You squeeze me tight baby
you’re the one to set me free

Sweet little angel
your devil horns are showing through.
Sweet little angel
your devil horns are showing through.
I love you sweet baby
don’t you ever leave me blue.

 

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