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Momentary lapses of shyness 
within pretentiousness the size of a non-la-hat 
offering shade from your sweltering Sun, 
confused the boy still residing beneath an exterior 
of brashness. A wooing of rose or lotus petals?
Did she not enjoy such frivolity? Wot of a bard
letting words slide through the air like silk,
for I didn't possess such romantic poetry.

No, I embarked upon a journey of false-heroism,
took a bullet, figured it to shape me into a man.
I showed off the wound, blood soaking through the bandages -
you seemed far from impressed by this display of stupidity.
Yet you played coy,
bending over, letting sunlight play through a thin summer dress,
highlighting inner thighs, lines arching up into a dome of dizzy-delirium
so sensual it almost appeared sinful.

At night you'd undress before a naked window,
letting shadows flirt across moonlit dew.
It was all I could do to keep eyes averted,
instead, living on dreams of unwrapping gifts
under the influence of feverish waves,
even though I never forgot to take quinine.

And after all the games, 
I had only to stay still long enough for you to complete another sketch,
take its lines, breathe together a new poem,
unleashing torrents of words into my ear.
A funny sort of unconventional, tactile courtship.
You wanted me to listen, to test my patience,
and once your head was emptied out,
heat arose from the bloom, enveloping me in soft petals,
vanquishing my fever, with a different feverish embrace.
Your eyes almost felled me with their complexities
of virginal innocence and a whorish lust. The thrusts,
lips and fingers, the blended push-pull of rhythm and wild abandon
caused me to lose myself long enough,
to find your soul drifting alongside my own,
amongst the stars that had always been shining.
Amongst the light already written before our birth.

June 2nd, 2012

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  1. Date: 12/5/2012 2:35:00 PM
    this is why the soup got boring soup got boring...soup got boring... anyways~ just bugging cuz I want... better do it now before the year ends... ta ta ta...pd

  1. Date: 7/8/2012 12:52:00 PM
    I love you brave, peaceful warrior!

    Aechtner Avatar Chris D. Aechtner
    Date: 7/9/2012 7:56:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    You are the rarest, most precious pearl.
    Ueri Avatar Christine Ueri
    Date: 7/8/2012 1:06:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    You just made me the most glowing way...
    Aechtner Avatar Chris D. Aechtner
    Date: 7/8/2012 12:57:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Mother Huntress, I love you more and more, all the time....
  1. Date: 6/19/2012 11:51:00 AM
    Beautiful romantic, passionate, wow - very different from other pieces you've written that I've seen, this transports the reader and swallows them whole....very well done! ~Trudy~

  1. Date: 6/8/2012 12:33:00 AM
    Chris, this is an amazing piece, the afterglow in love, sensual, touching, beautifully written, it must have been real...

  1. Date: 6/7/2012 9:51:00 PM
    Stunning stuff, Chris. I especially loved how you set a pace (I have a hard time with this, so notice it when others do it well) that echoes the erotic tone of this piece, push and pull, slow and quick. Your last lines and the repetition are truly lovely. Hope you shared this with more than just us. Smiles from Cyndi PS--Shiny people are just modern day selkies. They strip those coats, too. :-)

    MacMillan Avatar Cyndi MacMillan
    Date: 6/7/2012 9:53:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    PS-- did you know that Nette wrote a poem called afterglow just recently? Er? I think it was Nette? Have you read it? It was also lovely!
  1. Date: 6/6/2012 4:36:00 PM
    This is such a beautiful piece, Chris. Reading it again revealed so much more than the first time. The rose, the lotus and the Sun...Really amazing poetry.

  1. Date: 6/5/2012 10:52:00 AM
    This made me feel so good. Amazing imagery here <3

  1. Date: 6/5/2012 12:26:00 AM
    A very sensual piece, Chris. Leaves me wondering if it is fantasy or real!! Great imagery. Also, I LOVED your blog.

  1. Date: 6/4/2012 4:25:00 PM
    Woow Amazing! simply amazing ...

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 2:54:00 PM
    Whoa! What feelings and thoughts you evoke with this poem, Chris...Amazing when one can experience another's being so intensely and intimately on all levels. Superb and so, so powerful...

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 12:06:00 PM
    not yet done, so at least now I have learned a new term, thanks to you! Now the 3rd line makes total sense to me! Going back to your write, just a very beautiful and intriguing read, sort of reminded me of your sundress poem, that 2nd stanza that is, and ah, quinine--another thing I learned from you! Whenever I see tonic water, I always remember that it has quinine now :D Love this poem! The last stanza's awesome & last 3 lines stunning-- Anybody would be happy & awed to have somebody write this about them ;)

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 11:57:00 AM
    cont'd-- actually "la-hat" sort of stood out for me since we have a similar sounding word here although spelled as "lahat"-- which means "all" --oh geez, I am laughing here-- wait reading "la hat" shucks "le hat" sounds SO French, hahaha! Ok so I had to google it and find out it was literally a Hat! oh by golly wow and a Southeast Asian hat at that! Oh blush! Where the heck do i live? I tell you, in a cave!! o_O Well, in fairness it's a Vietnamese term (excuses, excuses) we call it "salakot"

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 11:53:00 AM
    Oh dear Lordy (in a good way!)! If you care to share, what-- or rather, who pray tell inspired this wowza write, Chris? Hmm, if I may say so, you totally contradicted yourself with this entire poem, reads like romantic poetry to me ;)--and oh blush! You got me wondering what "non-la-hat" was-- I am crazy because at first (do Not laugh pls, or you can ^_^)-- I thought it was a umm French phrase, what with the non and all (what do I know, achetez, is German to me lol)- I reall got curious since

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 10:12:00 AM
    OMGoodness!!! that is all I am allowed to say, oh and that I love this!! :D

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 3:00:00 AM
    whoo-hoo Chris, very fond memories here..David

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 2:43:00 AM
    Woow, love it......very well written. - Have a lovely Sunday Chris. - hug

  1. Date: 6/2/2012 9:26:00 PM
    What did I do now? LOL!

  1. Date: 6/2/2012 7:47:00 PM
    Loved this one, Chris. very sultry. Hugs, Catie :)

  1. Date: 6/2/2012 7:38:00 PM
    love this sensual piece Chris, its nice to have a day off to enjoy the poetry of the soup

  1. Date: 6/2/2012 7:32:00 PM
    Steamy and FULL of passion <3