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James Paul Poem
a scandalous secret gnaws
at the epicenter of my being
threatening to unearth
score pillars of dirt
upon which my world is built
gilded in reverence,
vaingloriously lauded
and parlayed to ascend sacred rungs
beyond the license of minions,
the legend grows
and grows
and grows
and though I know
my storied steeple,
as all things crooked,
will surely crumble someday,
I pray that it shall stay
erect
an irreverent crown;
a reaming tower of pisa
steeped in piety,
the envy of my faithful throng
preserved
to shatter the innocence of your delicate young…
~ Pablo
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James Paul Poem
she leaves her sonsy
at home
stripping mind down
to bare essentials:
dangling dendrites
ice breaks pure
untainted by carnal warming;
it’s a gray revolution and
telekinetic foreplay’s the rage
our tongues untie
in didactic spurts;
lips engage,
words fly like scarlet tanagers
cued to celestial magnets
she leads,
I follow;
together we migrate
to higher ground
beyond the snare
of flesh-baited tackles
dulcet is love
consummated in the cerebral zone...
~ P
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James Paul Poem
clover me crimson
lover of ebony hue;
transfuse my blues
with caramel and myrrh;
brush the ear of my fantasies
with thy feathery tongue
until it's numb with pleasure,
tingling like the strings
on a violin in overtone
and goosebumps litter my skin
from nappy head
to happy toe
as we sky to heavenly highs
basking in the blissful throes
of love...
~ P
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James Paul Poem
once fleet of foot
these paired feet two
no longer fly
and silver steps are measured
in minutes
as time whistles by
humming the same old tune
that touched us so
long, long ago
when only radios played our songs
and films reeled black and white
writing wild fantasies
of adventure and romance
into pubescent minds
sowing funflower seeds
on virgin fields of dreams…
and fun we reaped
in tons and heaps
back when we were fleet of foot
dashing through days and dough
as though they would never end…
but end they did…
and as we swing into life’s
twilight zone
hands intertwined in a union
everlasting
clinging to fleeting branches of our memory tree,
know that the die is cast
and though fleet feet never last
true love flies eternal….
~ P
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