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River Stars

The river holds this night with its myriad stars,
it reflects a rippling cosmos above and below.

More than this, as I look deeper,
I sense a bygone starlight,
as if all that ever was floats as a dream
and all that is now and will be
belongs to its movement
as it meanders into tomorrow.

There is an ancient glow on the water tonight
the long drowned row upon it as spirit lights,
time travelling moments float upon its surface.
and as I gaze mesmerized
I also become one with this rivering.

The river moves beneath the shadow of Kentucky
where a glistening moon fetches up on tangling reeds.
Ohio river, you are a flood
of all that has gone, and all that is to come!

The stars look up from your furthermost depths.
to gleam in every watching eye.


Arrivals

Unblouse  your breast
Where to nuzzle and warm
Areola to moisten and mouth
Urgency need, I scarce was born
Unclothe me in all unrighteousness
Sing for me no lullabye
Fetus reflection in alabaster eyes

Yours will forgive me, so softly they plead
The call in my eyes , so loving beguiled
Answers my whisper
Inaudibly you whimper
Reaching for the hearth of your home
Furthermost far, the call of the grave
But if I should die, please bury me here

We slipped passed the guards, their caution neglect
Our passion en-garde, the phallus erect
Discover a pebble in fissurely crag
Rolling in wonders and nacred in pearl

Both of us crying exhortations of love
Loving ungainly like giraffe on the run
Speaking in gibberish, talking in tongues
Becoming immortal banging the drum
Surpassing the portal the bloodhounds unleash
I Mount Vesuvius, youre so within reach

Im falling for you in tubular bells
Demolition crawls
Pots and pans all over the place
Flaming torpedos pock-mark the Earth
Harpooning the squid in ink fibrillation
Ecclectic joy in sense celebration
Two souls arriving from deep within
In baptismal breath I was born once again

Naked Subjugation

Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn 
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forebearance uncomplied

Upon furthermost the distance between us  elongated
The sustenance of forgotten stores inside me generated
I was venerated - nay subjugated
Of these morsels congregated
And fed me through those inkblack nights
In dewfall of the quiet
Inside unheard the rebel riots

As my breath became a billion
As my fears that I embraced
Loosed themselves and fearing fled
Melting in the murky bellows
Did I find my standing there...
Naked but for meekness laced
Forgotten was my fear
I needs you dId not anymore
Nor your disregard this doggone day 
Not dejected as before
Only sin has me surrounded
And soon encircled dissappears,decays
Unclothed in limped insignificance
Nothing said ...
So still your body lies

Naked Subjugation

Naked Subjugation

Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn 
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forbearance uncomplied

Upon furthermost the distance between us  elongated
The sustenance of forgotten stores inside me generated
I was venerated - nay subjugated
Of these morsels congregated
And fed me through those ink-black nights
In dew fall of the quiet
Inside unheard the rebel riots

As my breath became a billion
As my fears that I embraced
Loosed themselves and fearing fled
Melting in the murky bellows
Did I find my standing there...
Naked but for meekness laced
Forgotten was my fear
I needs you did not anymore
Nor your disregard this doggone day 
Not dejected as before
Only sin has me surrounded
And soon encircled disappears, decays
Unclothed in limped insignificance
Nothing said ..
So still your body lies

Copyright © Jannie Breedt | Year Posted 2017

The Rose That Blossoms At the End of the Rose Bush

Most High,

That your presence
be known to me, that you would save for me,
the Rose that blossoms at the end of the rose bush,
that grows at the furthermost corner of the Sacred Garden, 
saved of the chosen 
for the chosen.

Has my day come 
that I have grown worthy of 
such a blessing?

Have not 
the scales of Karma weighed me unfavorable 
for my crimes against 
the roses?

Has my name 
not been removed from The Book of Gardens,
that even the scent of such a perennial beauty should ever again 
grace my breath?

I would that 
you will see me as worthy!
That your favor be upon me to endure 
such a blessing as this,
Sacred flower!

That you would save for me,

My, 
Rose that grows 
at the furthermost corner of the Sacred Garden, 
that blossoms at the end of the 
Rose bush.
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