The genitalia of flowers is frequently
On display, even in polite society as
Startling and unexpected as innocent
A pictorial to guide us on their growth
The love life of flowers
What good
Loving you will save us, although
I know I am powerless, and my
Love can't save you from what
Ails you and rips you from me, I
Know that actively loving, giving
My whole heart in my care for you
Is my salvation. Our lives are on
Parallel paths, but our love is a
Collision course, both perilous
And divine. Love doesn't stop a
Heartbreak, but giving love can
Mend or bend and reunite us
With our better, nay best selves
Revenge
The sun piqued at the moon
Takes its revenge on the evening
Sky. Vengeful, it turns the clouds
A vivid red. What would be blue
Is hanging in the halo of its anger
Feeling
Sex made me feel hopeful
And not just about us but
About the future. About all
Things sinuous, sensual, or
Sensate. About my senses
Hopeful about the sensitive
In everyone. The world was
Open and full of feelings. It
Was good. Good to be. Alive.
Lunatic
That crazy moon
Winking down
At you at me
Looking to make
Fools out of whole
Cloth of you of me
It's easy to do
When you have
That kind of sway
The power of moon
Dust and magic
I see you shaking
Your head me too
But we know it's true
That crazy moon
Can make us crazy too
By way of apology for my [current] impatience, I dedicate this poem to Burt. (In truth, many of the poems here are dedicated to the guy I love.)
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Apples II
Like the snake in the garden
I want to shed my skin
Make temptation
My whim
Eden II
What do I know
That you want to know
Take a bite
Apples & Eden
Like the serpent in Eden
I want to shed my skin
Like that snake, I can own
Temptation as a whim or
As an occupation, a skill
Sunday. Anticipating an eclipse
Magic in the skies. This is
How it feels to be primitive
Man overawed by an event
We can't explain even when
Science parses phenomena
There is mystery in the sun
It feels brighter, brilliant and
Wonderous, it sits awaiting
Its meeting with the moon
It sparkles a rainbow into
My glass, the light dancing
Dancing lightly yet it feels
So very still, quiet. Waiting
Everyday
Every day, not ordinary, not
Everyday. Make more of what
You've got. Days are a gift to
Treasure and enjoy. It's always
A new day that dawns, even
When it feels like you've been
There before. Every day, not
Ordinary, it's extraordinary.
Saturday. Impending eclipse
This is a sky full of expectations
This sky is brewing an epic event
Everyone says so, and I want to
Join in and be the enjoyer, happy
To watch for a darkening sky, a
Portent. An eclipse could bring all
Sorts of myths and tales of odd
Predictions and presentiments.
In sooth, the bleak will not foretell
Future events of a world plunged
Into obscurity. It will happen, but
Not again for a long, many years
Tamara, really 