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Maxine

You are the hound the stags of history ran before
I feared your coming before you came
Your panting breath upon my heels
The flames of desires
No tropic rain can quench
At nights from distant pasts
You call my name
And I in sleep or waking keep the refrain
Of memory humming on the shores of thought
Over and over and again.
Where shall I find you who seek my demise
How can escape you
That my desire pursues
What is it that calls me back again
Honey lips from hibiscus hour
Hips undulating
Like the Blue Mountain misted with power
Is it some treasure in love
Undiscovered unknown
Or is it old age
Surfing the the fleeting sands with rage
To be the swan singing
In the hunter's cage?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/14/2009 3:15:00 AM
Thanks for your kind words today L'nass.Retired accountant, with 'artistic leanings' that I like to share here on PS in case they touch another in a similar way.I have made some haiga ..my poetry on my copy of others arist's work...in both a self published chapbook and also some can be seen in the links on my bio page.Rgds Brian
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Date: 4/14/2009 2:29:00 AM
L'nass thanks for your welcome blog comments.Rgds Brian
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Date: 4/14/2009 12:01:00 AM
Feeling almost captivated from such love, there are some wonderful uses of language in your write. I like your varied styles, hidden talents...Anna-Marie.
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Date: 4/13/2009 7:58:00 AM
Superb L'nass one for my favourites without a doubt.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
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Date: 4/13/2009 4:27:00 AM
Love the Caribbean flavor infused in this Maxine..her hips..honey kiss..so tempting..making this reader wish for a glimpse of this high class elegance that you have portrayed.
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Date: 4/12/2009 1:16:00 PM
like the female Greek Siren, cool, Jim
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