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Girl in Pink

((only slightly scandalous… it’s a limerick for pete’s sake! lol))

A girl in a pink dress went out walking

The men all stood close plainly gawking

a whistle or two

“Don’t you know what I do?”

and the girls on the street started blushing

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Jupiter’s Lover

Jupiter dipped

tripped and meandered

across a darkened glass

floor;

adored

and arrayed in a gossomer veil

outlining her curves from north star

to Taurus’ horns which

dipped and swayed

as she slid behind the veil

of heaven to find

seat amongst

those in held in high

regard.

The rings on her fingers

shimmered in silver light

so transparent one might

forget she is my lover

but I, relinquish fear

and let the last taste of her

passing glances

linger until she graces

my sky again.

Ruby Red

She sits

lingering in the front of the mirror

with every intention of painting

smiles upon her lips

nails slightly chipped linger gently over

silver and gold flaked appliances

of her trade, she waits

for.  the….

right moment

when the song on the radio

evades sound and

transcendent bound – aries

then. she…

wades into life

painting away 5 o’clock

and men-tal

notes of doubt

with a pale concoction,    #7.

Leaning into reflections

the soft color of her skin

radiates bright with each

brush of perfection

with. each… brush

of.

there just right

she sits back and admires.

her – technique is flawless

her – skill untouched by fear

first the base of life

a touch of charcoal here and

here  .

a splash of smokey gray

a sparkle to accentuate play- fullness

delight – a butterfly in flight

and as the melody

rhapsodies to climax

she finalizes her transformation

with the stroke of midnight and

haiku

leaving behind any trace of

the who

is worn every day

from dread a.m. to just an hour ago;

and lives;

ruby red.

Font and Longing

I should write a word for you

with brilliant font and calligraphic meaning

Tantalize you with the think and thin of curvature

lead you on adventure with a trill

one word, one drop

one syllable to rest between your lips

and tease with the implications of my

wanderings.

If there was such a word it would be orange

with shades of red

edged in light and shadow

casting doubt o’r scandalous truth

a word to soar across oceans

pick grapes of favor and fill

senses with wine

intoxicating flow

drunk on flavor and

neglecting time.

I cannot breathe

for the lack of it

I cannot live for the

loss of it

and to paint it still would

be less of it

so I sit

here

for want of a word

and finding

only timid brine

meets my vision

a thousand miles

from the moonstone tresses

of your skin.

What if

… the world was a word
and the word was on your lips
would it taste of sweet cantaloupe
or persimmon’s emerald kiss?
Would it laugh at languishing in reds
and paint the world in crims’n
or prone to lavish simplicities
of diamond coated sins?
Would it be a lamprophony
of canter calling crows
or be silent as the barren wood
to slip where silence dare not go?
What if, my love, the world were I
and I of lashing dreams?
would I sate your soul
o’er lip, and tongue and cheek
to disolve in utter bliss
thine appentency.