Obscured Cupid as a brimming stream
To drench when thou hath bathe
Transformed he as a adherence
And hath entwined ye abdomen
Disguised as maid in thy harem
To admire your ravishing beauty
Art thou giveth aroma to flowers?
For sure! when thou blush, feel I.
Chisels he, insanely thy name
On his love-shaft
Beneath the Sea, scribes he bewitching songs
That testaments his lunatic love on you
Why thou maketh virile men fanatic?
Cupid! Ensconse her from this tranquil earth.
With the sudden pang in your abdomen
And the onslaught of terror,
Did you look around one last time
At the familiar keepsakes on the fireplace
Or did you avert your gaze?
In the frosty darkness of that night
As you climbed to that holy shrine
With mud colllecting at your ankles,
Did the Virgin hail her unexpected visitor
or did she avert her eyes?
And as you laid there,
In your bed of stone
And when that moment came at last,
Tell me, were you revealed or petrified
As you finally held what was always yours?
Were you afraid you’d burn -
Not like the sages in their holy fire
Or were you pierced with peace,
Gazing into his evanescent eyes
In that still darkness of the night?
luciferin in
abdomen of firefly
glows without fire.
Luciferin in
abdomen of
glowworm with
air -contact
forms warm glow .
fireflies fly
without fire.
The swoosh-swoosh dress, hips dalliance, smooth hardwood.
He’d like to take her out for a spin, but she’s not letting anyone in.
She can nearly feel the polish under cosseted soles; an angel.
His eyes don’t leave her side; he can dream of milky wings.
The tempo picks her up, lets her go, never drops her; he might.
His intent, palms around her waist, a pick-me-up, a whirlwind.
Without a care, even he won’t dare slide his shoes nextdoor.
She’s breathless, hair like a waterfall, graceful, frenetic.
He wants to put her in a pumpkin shell, make her his wife.
She goes it alone, on tiptoe, hands become rain clouds.
The tempest tightens his heart and abdomen; she’s his.
The knot he feels is quickly untied by her “bye, bye.”
He looks for her in the lot, in the moonlight-fantastic; glass.
Her reflection is best on the ballroom floor; he’s floored.
He can’t touch her fragility, not allowed a whiff of her perfume.
She flies high and higher; he shields his eyes; clouds brighten.
He hears her swoosh-swoosh; at long last, rose-scented petrichor.
He can’t accept her departure; she is the warmth of Summer.
He feels a tap on his shoulder; hopeful; alas, lights turned off.
Damp linens flung aside
sodden cushions
Flank by flank
She was damp
Nickel sack and bark rings
Verdant gaze meet hazel orbs
Ripe late April Northern Flatlands moisture
Slaughterhouse savory mist perfume
Slender dull rose covering on the pane
Cooling unit recirculating
Coral beams groom her visage
Midday vernal noon
the drizzle ceased the light slivered in
Naked gourd blossoms adhesive juice
Lurching brined
The toddler flesh on her abdomen
She didn’t cleanse
Just exited my one-room lodging
Infatuation perspiration,
Empty uterus,
Pixie sperm dribbling,
Contraceptive device
Marriage band fabricator.
Antiquated pipeline geysers ravage starry nebulae, blast ash. The hurricane bankrupts reed origami masts. It splits overripe pomegranates. Wild animal guitar buzzes, echoing through shattered valleys.
Electrified abdomen dowels bobble and quiver. Balloons, gemstones, hot coals ululate. Feral cello cherries frost and educate potholes. They mold cracked roads into jagged mosaics of fire and ice.
Fractured aqueduct sprays liquid yogurt galaxies across the void. The tempest collapses bamboo paper cranes. It bursts ripe garnet figs. Savage harp lion roars. Untamed lyre berries chant anthems.
My Abdomen
A great amount has been recorded about
my 17-year-old abdomen. My pale stomach and intestines talk
a great deal and
sleep much less.
I shut them up and
keep them awake by
drinking sludge.
Remember: for perfect abdominal muscles consume the pus from
zits.
When the doctor confirms your worst fears,
and the words “stage four” burn in your ears…
But at least for her cancer,
ENHERTU’s been the answer,
and we’re hopeful she’s got two more years.
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Frances was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer that had spread to her abdomen a year ago. I didn't think she'd make it to January 1 of this year. A targeted therapy did not work, and a chemotherapy only worked for a few months. The doctor started her on ENHERTU in late March and it has been an absolute game changer, nothing short of a miracle. She will be on this drug, every 3 weeks, until it stops working or she can no longer tolerate it. The doctor said the mean time patients stay on the drug is 2 years. We are thankful for our doctors and for the medicine, but God gets the glory!
Came a spider from a hollow log
to cross the man-made path!"
No camouflage to blend her gum-nut abdomen,
or twiggy legs of crimson dark.
Like spinning time, a wheel of death had struck,
(as if a falling star went out)
and someone slightly puzzled by the final stillness,
silently upset, (inwardly troubled)
thought of its demise, as if she'd failed it in some way.
She stared as if it might recover -
gather its flimsy legs, and carry that gumnut abdomen,
back into the mystery of the leafy canopy
into the silent forest of her dreams
Not you and not the spider could
comprehend her sadness.
Who would ever understand her grief?
God made man perfect
And planted
Two bean-like objects
Inside his abdomen
And warned mankind
Not to eat the forbidden fruits
But mankind failed to listen
And took
too much Salt
And took
Too much Soda
And took
Too much proteins
And took
Too much carbohydrates
And took
Too much fatty foods
And took
Far too much spirits
That landed mankind
With Renal failures
The chitinous mechanics
of head, thorax, and abdomen,
clicking exoskeletons,
the chirring of dry whispers.
We admire the purposeful
simplicity of the heedless.
Houses crumble as evidence.
Trees rot and give witness.
Caves crawl
with their evidential passing -
they command the locomotion and menu,
of the inevitable.
We who must be consumed,
know that as prey we are not too large,
and so, we lumber on as elephants will,
on their way
to long prepared graveyards.
The daily dose of amiable liquid summons me for my attention.
I allow myself a cup at sunrise to awaken my senses.
Occasionally an after-dinner remedy for my indigestion.
A reprieve for my ancient sorrows.
The scent of peppermint calms my anxiety.
Suddenly I have a vision of my two left feet performing a salsa dance!
A period when my body and sanity are aligned, they scream their joy in anticipation of the customary pleasure.
As the nose inhales the herbal serenity, my wrinkles relax their lines.
The abdomen is heated and the parched throat is satisfied.
My hands keep pouring the water to revive the teabag, another of my mother’s money-saving schemes!
Whilst the probing mind halts its inquisitions, my spirit yells goodbye to another period of the friction we encountered.
Within you,
in my little universe,
I hear your soothing heartbeat,
my own life,
I just discovered my fingers,
floating in the warmth of
your womb,
as you gently sing
to me,
I marvel at the purring of the cat,
as she's sleepily nestled
up to your abdomen,
I'm a promise to be-
delivered to you from God. ~
i hear chirping beaks,
my love, as you deeply sleep
with your mouth ajar
butterflies in jar -
my abdomen aches with thoughts
of sudden silence
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