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"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly grazed, then held long

slow, deep, warm and wet

The story is written on bodies
as they walk down the streets
that story written on secret smiles moments still carried
first light earlier on white cool crisp early morning fine linen sheets

Tracing only the sensual words 
written by feather soft fingers
quills lovers dip in collusive hushed tones
let loose like novices breaking rosary beads 

or divination like secular shamans 
casting bleached bones
legs tightly wrapped like Christmas
Angels lost carnal secrets atoned

The balance of life in love redressed
two minds addicted caressed
walk hand in hand fermented in the Latin hung Sun
ripened hearts plucked like harps, confederates on the run

All smiles in the Divine Comedy
blessed in the Byzantine complexity
now dressed, but just as well naked
to be redressed and then again ...

fingers walk wet curves to map the undressed
not rub out erase ventricular stains

Lover and Lover 
solitary deep in their ultra marine waves
eyes fixed treading water silky limbs entwined sea salted 
peaches and cream kissing caramel skinny dipped

Cool blue sea breeze ruffles loose hair,
whispers his promises he’ll never leave,
he’ll never leave her abandoned without care
tracing his intent, fathomless oceans pour through windows

curtains of eyelashes bashfully billow to her supine fresh shore
where her smooth Jaded green glass transparent like windows wide open 
strange greens flecked with amber and blue
now unsure uncertainty is forgotten in the moment -

bad times all forgotten all passed away, with these two

floating like gondolas 
in the opium of their love 
smoking expensive Veneziani grass 
their bodies dance and their hips voluptuously sway
away from their pasts

where in the violet glow of sunset
in a room off the terrace now dipped in the gloaming hours
of russet terracotta sleepy golden sun they travel each other slowly 
the soft sound of sex speaking in tongues

so green along the soft lines of her long neck 
Swan graceful he is seduced this is all fateful
the journey to hell and then heaven and back
Beatrice stands naked like Aphrodite 

...he's suspended, captured and kept

from the reflection in her eyes to his 
he sees himself the Sun in her mirrors,
She is the Moon, and like a wolf in the wild he howls, 
then later shakes his head, laughs, she winks, he reflects

will these moments be over all too soon?
or forever joined at their core 
twin souls immersed in each other 
passions kept libidos well spent

Sun and Moon...

Roman holiday 
places his hand in a stone mouth
three wishes she laughs and
kisses him he is her Beowulf

His eyes wonder south
then full lips smiling 
ripe as a sweet plum 
speaks like a poet sings

writing the story, 
they now live, they now run, 
free evolvers revolve around each other
fire melts ice under the love calls of Roman Luna held loons

magnetised, bewitched, then eclipsed 
they are now 
God and Goddess 
reigning bodies glistening Light shining

Moon and Sun
Sun and Moon

sensate sovereigns burning focused 
merging powers tactile orbits 
mated carnal congressed 
portals to another realm in their becoming
loud torrid romance flaming the quiet cool room 

here lies together their penultimate quest
relazione sessuale
al di fuori del matrimonio
in unity burning Sun melting Moon

then sometime later ...

Walking down the winding Road
languages lit by Limoncello, hints of Tiramisu  
and Twilight lampshades suspended in the dimming light
the owls look on and hoot with their perplexed and bemused 
who are these strange lovers, whose?

they belong to each other
Sun and Moon

Silver gold tiger moths
flicker to flame 
Hands held tightly spell a spell
talking in tongues they are One and the same

they in 
The Now 
speak their true names 
not ever in ruins

Foreign fingers entwined 
caressing palms read 
south and north, east and west
a fortune teller foretells dreams they unfold, they undress

at the crux of their
resolute Noon
one minute to midnight
will come all too soon

on a celluloid reel
they are captured in time
assignation Paradiso, on the Amalfi
Hell declined 

Dreams called forth materialised
delivered to the pages of two books
Barefeet skip to Spring on cobbled history
then in strappy Summer Roman sandals 

She becomes his true mystery
he is her constant his story
romance becomes vagabond hearts
that never gave up on dreams

Somersault backward
from finish to start ...

they have walked over jagged stones
other stories two different people
cutting feet and bare hearts 
sharp and hard

Two poets
watch those living
from pages written 
they are like hosts

they walk with a legion of surly forgotten ghosts 
in between them 
the ones they once loved the most
they are now unseeing them

Adventure taken on 
a Spin-the-Bottle chance
winding unwinding poets drink their potion
dance their lover's dance

The golden Light now blinding
Cats find 9 lives
4 weeks on the shores of
Positano’s Ocean

Romance

On the Road 
that is long winding
two books become one 
in singular motion

They do the slow dance

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
final edit 31.12.19
Happy New Year!
v.s.a.s.
(2);  


then again,

Frost
https://youtu.be/Mz4I4FOe2b8




https://youtu.be/lpo62RjldVA
Positano, Italy



(1)
"Inside My Love" / Minnie Riperton
https://youtu.be/pf0r57cK2Zo


(2)
"Adventures in Paradise" / Minnie Riperton
https://youtu.be/F4e7KwZ8AV0


Dance? ...
(3)
"Baby This Love I Have" /Minnie Riperton
https://youtu.be/pbQU4sS5jYc
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