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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 poetry on my copy of others arist's 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 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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