Dream 1: 4 Weeks In Positano
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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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