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Our immune system fights viruses and all foreign bodies.
antibodies that protect the lymphatic office.
Immunological memory is the ability to recognize,
previously initiated the anti device.
Healthy microbes essential from cradle to grave,
mothers fungus touch and milk to survive.
The use of antibiotics killing those microbes,
sterile environment for the body that disrobes.
Smell, taste and recognition of individuality,
crucial role in and out of body decomposing reality.
Sanitizing will weaken the immune system procured,
called the hygienic hypothesis for rest assured.
Caught in legal procedure enforced to act,
given your body from shop to shop some poison in fact.
The psychological terror not to mention,
being prosecuted in scientific polluted detention.
Riding the donkey of hope as expensive load,
endurance of the profiteers that you owed.
We drift softly together- -
hands glazing a window filled with stars
where row of flora bends its twirling hips
and curtains lift the fabric of breath,
until we become twinsouls in August's hours
that bless the garden of devotion...
and in the stillness of dusk
when all blossoms turn to virtues
deepening the fragrance of the sky,
we will find each other in a cradle
of one rose in the glade--
as a breeze disrobes our pores
stirring the ember of fireflies blazed,
that even moonglow crowns our love
amidst the glimmer of jovial kisses
undefined by any name, while we,
in a bright pastel of August's rose,
together... drift softly.
To disrobe the lion’s ego,
would be to destroy a charismatic higher light
dethrone a regal rightous dominance
denounce a fierce protective energy
with pride of a warrior, never repudiate royalty
forswear fealty is to renounce a king of truth
whilst in his den, uncloaked he and his lioness
of regal virtue, love eternal and loyalty
when you engage with ultimate hierarchy,
roars of authority warn and ward risk taking rivals
with gifted instincts, a supreme stubborn strength
and a keen bond and respect for his own
an affectionate and generous warmth
confident yet cautious in their garden of Eden
defeatist disrobes the ego, only when defeated
deep within the soul, we yearn for substance
a spiritual substance sustaining us
the creature sustains as messenger
deeper significance beyond physical form
depicting qualities from the universe
butterflies symbolize transformation,
the turtle patience, the elephant a mighty sooth,
the lion links divine wisdom and perceives truth
A POND’S-EYE MORNING VIEW
Right of the center
of the cosmic stage,
the rising sun disrobes
its horizon and announces
the arrival of another bright day.
Wading towards a pond,
a family of cute ducks,
Stretch and wiggle
their yawning wings.
The chloroplast bodies
of fueling algae around the pond,
capture the shining rays of the sun;
energizing the multi-life community:-
In the pond’s park of lily pads
and varied shapes of rocks,
aroused young frogs hopscotch
from one landing to another
Barking and running the pond’s banks,
a swaggering beagle chases a thirsty squirrel
back up the trunk of its tall sage resident-tree:-
Up on the street atop the pond’s hill,
car horns blast as rushing drivers
pass by—chatting on cell phones—
using front windshield mirrors,
getting their faces ready for the day:-
Thus, our morning view,
as my dog and I continue
our ramble around the pond :-
Your softest whisper, how it floods my soul
It glides through veins eliciting control
There is no place where it does not embrace
Disrobes me of my negligee of lace
That whispered vow you sealed with lover's kiss
Your body claimed me, took my soul to bliss
And while enraptured all my heart could hear
Were words so tender, whispered in my ear
Abated storm of passion, now at rest
Your head is pillowed softly on my breast
I’m pleasure sated as I whisper sweet
“My love, this tryst has been a glorious treat”
My name you whisper just before you sleep
A treasured whisper that our love will keep
For Gail's Doyle's Contest
Whispers of Love
April 2, 2014
Erotic Errata
by Michael R. Burch
I didn’t mean to love you; if I did,
it came unbid-
en, and should’ve remained hid-
den!
***
Less Heroic Couplets: Marketing 101
by Michael R. Burch
Building her brand, she disrobes,
naked, except for her earlobes.
***
Negligibles
by Michael R. Burch
Show me your most intimate items of apparel;
begin with the hem of your quicksilver slip ...
***
Warming Her Pearls
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
Warming her pearls,
her breasts gleam like constellations.
Her belly is a bit rotund ...
she might have stepped out of a Rubens.
***
Cover Girl
by Michael R. Burch
Cunning
at sunning
and dunning,
the stunning
young woman’s in the running
to be found nude on the cover
of some patronizing lover.
In this case the cover is a bed cover, where the enterprising young mistress is about to be covered herself.
***
First Base Freeze
by Michael R. Burch
I find your love unappealing
(no, make that appalling)
because you prefer kissing
then stalling.
***
Nun Fun Undone
by Michael R. Burch
for and after Richard Thomas Moore
Abbesses’
recesses
are not for excesses!
***
Less Heroic Couplets: Sex Hex
by Michael R. Burch
for and after Richard Thomas Moore
Love’s full of cute paradoxes
(and highly acute poxes).
Published by *Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online* and *Poem Today*
***
Retro
by Michael R. Burch
Now, once again,
love’s a redundant pleasure,
as we laugh
at my childish fumblings
through the acres of your dress,
past your wily-wired brassiere,
through your panties’ pink billows
of thrill-piqued frills ...
Till I lay once again—panting redfaced
at your gayest lack of resistance,
and, later, at your milktongued
mewlings in the dark ...
When you were virginal,
sweet as eucalyptus,
we did not understand
the miracle of repentance,
and I took for granted
your obsessive distance ...
But now I am happily unbuttoning
that chaste dress,
unhitching that firm-latched bra,
tugging at those parachute-like panties—
the ones you would have gladly forgotten
had I not bought them in this year’s size.
Originally published by Erosha
Induced Interludes
Twilight disrobes a soundless star
It claims some gentler theme from me
Caught lingering in a unified bestilled embrace
Beneath a unique spotlight of its gleaming afterglow
gently now, gently
thus footprints bare none
alight butterfly rest on a finger
spilled words occasions the breeze
the gist of me shadows alongside jaguars
Morning star glint after dawns flow
Challenge arranges yet another measure
An opportune solemn hymn ingratiates breaths
Stages of a day follow blissfully edge to edge quietly
gently now, gently
a better course grace me
fingertip traces a fashioned grin
a made verse set rhythmically whispers
a softly caressed infant coos towards silence
Sunsets a mimed score entertains
Review disciplined superbly portrayed
Persuades descending rays an eyeful adieu
Nightwings greet dusk, whorls up into absence
gently now, gently
ebb star pivots another
penitent pose cradles prayers
pointed at fingers in lieu of sheeps
eyes seals behind dreams, genteel cast...
With gladness I am drawn to a rosy dawn
and looking up to where white clouds are swirled
in heaven’s skies, I see before my eyes
the goddess of a blossoming new world.
As mountain streams come flowing, wind is blowing
her shining hair. Enchantress of the wild,
she twirls a gown of green round hills and meadows.
How beautiful is she, this woman-child!
When she disrobes to shower, fruit trees flower.
She blows a kiss, and birds begin to sing.
On whispering breeze, she sways and warms the days.
New life smells sweet. We greet the Goddess Spring.
Feb. 23, 2023
for Joseph May's "In Bloom" Poetry Contest
Entered now for 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE NO 1198' Poetry Contest
"Delphi"
Held in the palm of Zeus
there transforms Her solitary Self
in The Seat of Pythia
delivering prophecies
filled by the spirit of
Enthusiasmos
Oracle of Delphi
speaking gibberish
with the lesser priests
conjuring the Poiesis
into enigmatic hexameters
poetic and dactylic
by way of Lux
towards a place
that doesn’t rot
In the Symposium
where Plato dwells
there she commands
the soul of Diotima
the one
who is honoured
by Zeus;
there she places
her mind
as an offering
in the palm of his hand
she disrobes and unveils
the origin of who she is
a mystery, a small thought
in the book that is a life
large and emerging, to be read,
Her novel ideology
She offers truth as the origin
in her concept of what Love is not
and what she believes
through truth,
Love
IS
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
I(H)S
IS
"I was completely alone in the darkness."
October arrives
so unlike the long dry hot summer of 2015.
Mornings are damp and cool with dewy drips of somberness
and soft shadows fading off into the background.
A blustery chilling wind races through the trees
rushing gray clouds quickly across the skies.
The cry of crickets is lost in the oncoming night
and the nakedness of nature disrobes in the dark.
The dress and glory of spring seems lost forever
hidden in the brown withered grass below.
Blue jays shriek and cardinals call out
shrill lonely spectres seeking refuge from the change.
Autumn reaches in with cold and icy fingers
to draw shadows in the twilight as the sun falls fast asleep.
In the harvest moonlight leaves will shed from their branches
and the world will draw its blanket tight against it's face.
October arrives quietly, then tenacious and cold
takes its hold upon the earth.