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Spring waltzes in with rosebud cheeks and swaying with a breeze.
She summons Sun and Rain to do her bidding; grace blossoms,
but she can’t compete with Summer’s sultriness; thus she takes her leave.
Summer spiritedly takes the stage as she tangos in with Sun.
As their passion scorches the ground on which they dance, storms may come,
cooling Summer off, but she leaves once Autumn sashays in.
Autumn is a playful sprite, brightening leaves for a while
and twirl-flirting with Wind as the days grow ever cooler.
Romantic at sundown, she slow-dances with shadows that lengthen.
Fall's sister, not as romantic, moves in a courtly way.
Winter enters Earth’s ballroom sometimes frigidly, yet can show grace
when she lets loose a white gown that glistens beneath Moon’s glow.
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you'd awakened my soul again
as my dying mind drifted beyond
the tall pines of perlarcher forest
I'd mingled aimously about
the falling leaves as my heart roared
of a distant thunder that henceforth
became a solemn song of solidarity
oh how wise my soul stood seperate
from my coarse being catering
to the rough edges of the Bavarian Alps
drawing the crisp daffodils
silently surrounding the bottom
of the snowcapped plains
only fragments of me were left
as my body became a tomb
that in cased all thy youthfulness
that once glistened with the coming
of winters briskness how eloquent
the mere barbarism how bloody crude
nature existing within
the sultriness of a sparrow's eye
a quickening naught I entered a forbidden space
just by stepping off the monorail
he'd beckoned my soul beneath thee garments
of my flesh eagerly I danced to the sultriness
of his willingness to explore mirth
his sudden rapture I suppose oh how selfish
he became wanting needing more and more
why there was no escaping his summons
no matter how I fought back he'd appeared
in familiar faces familiar souls unaware
that he was using their flesh to dance with me
a dapperness a calling charm arousing
my every whim effortlessly an yet sinfully
I adored his attention showering me
with a neediness a lustful gathering that began
with my departing Europe testing teasing prying
invading my thoughts i'd soon come to know haste
he'd bruised my immortal being tampering with desire
had he mastered me had he soiled me
I felt stained he was surely aware thee offering
something inside me emerged unleashing
emotional memoirs cunning tides rolled over
my aching joints I was but flesh in his presence
nothing more i'm afraid an yet
he wasn't at all amused he needed more pleasure
pleasure I tell you leading why surely to eternal death
calmness finalized in unconscious decisions
he'd daintily controlled this dance beckoning
my retchidness tainted by obstruction
pure obstruction of human matter as he bathed me
in a glorious light of confusion daunting task
thee ultimate tactfulness lessons of my living flesh
parched without death an yet a sanctity
quarreling about my emotional art form he'd given me
only rashins of such meaningless need
to feel anything away from my father's house
gravity soon began to empty this space
i'd wandered beyond the heavenly gates
entering a hideous submission I knew full well
would lead very quickly to only hell
entertaining this unholy host
catering to my flesh my soul my best
i haven't forgotten
the sultriness of your lips
the infamous toss of my hips
the quiet haste the unfullfilled taste
that calm way the sun beamed
that warm way the breeze blew
softly over our bronzed form
connected two souls
creating another one
woven silver threads clinging
to my fountains lure raising tides
the bayou's dance over france
we both wore london fogs
dripping wetness of hidden
tangible desire's beckoning
spirit's beyond the bottoms hush
soft cheeks bare a pink blush
jasper gazed beneath teal stones
broken bread crumbs scrumptious skoans
the best part devouring a satisfying tart
a splash encounter red wines fine art
given birth to this tiny needy soul
on top of white linen
bathe in a porcelain bowl
You have tempted me again
a rather sinful plot beneath
the sultriness that beseech
my wretched soul
why it is nearly dawn already
oh how you calmly cater
to my parts toying with every
freckle tampering with even
the faintness notion that
I'd whither myself upon
your broad shoulders again
why I'm afraid to ask that
we shall do it again
that I'd but only secretly
fail to mention us
only by the writings
of my pastel diaries
oh come with me love
above a whisper let us
dance on the sunrise
daintily behind the loft
so well hidden within
the distant nook where I
shall summons your
manliness once more
murder sang in me where the sultriness
of hot cotton fields consumed by
old carny folk gestures given any doubt
to a freedom that ole Abe spoke of diligently
why I never dreamt a better dream
where I'd giggled life's fortitude beneath a darkened
sky with brillant hues of wandering mirth beyond
a quaint timing of lemonade and broken slacks
why I'd began to simply utter faint whispers
of where I'd been through the gallows and gentle
memoirs of mi Irish pappy I'd exploded in a sensational
absolute glow covered in shamrocks I solemnly wondered
what gift shall I leave to mi irish pappy perhaps
the cream colered scarf or a pair of paisley socks
as the hanging moss spread sparingly over land
where he'd become to grow as old as mud pies
underneath the empty porch
My sensuous scent will hover all around
And drive you mad and lift you off the ground
You’ll call for me, but I won’t make a sound
The vision of my face will tease your mind
You’ll strive in vain, my hands and heart to bind
You’ll search for me, but I won’t let you find
Sweet thoughts of me will torture you so much
A drive to kiss my lips, my hair to clutch
You’ll reach for me, but I won’t let you touch
Your fingers run along imagined waist
And circle places where your tongue once traced
You’ll crave for me, but I won’t let you taste
Your chance has passed; you see me now fly free
Sweet sultriness is what’s inside of me
You’ll wish for me, but I will let you be
The sorry truth is....I must let you be.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I am quite taken with the sultriness from the
Coltrane grove sending hints of cedar down
my spine as I enters the room arousing the sassy
brassiness of my horizons a solid structure
forms each time his fingers tap the saxophone
unspeakable melodies hindered just so under
the balanced keys behind the piano mans
harmony and then the butterflies dance again
as he kisses this instrument I'm quite
taken again the sound lingers over the
snow capped mountains after being blindly
sent out from beneath bales of hay where
southern hospitality seems to whisper please
stay awhile an yet my brown eyes began
to sink into the night sky as stars shoot out
across the darkness lights seems to fade dem
and glow as John Coltrane finishes the show