Tree Sensual Poems

I go to bed at three,
I usually wait beneath the plum tree,
That tree is useless like my name,
You and I are in a blissful game!

You...

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That was strike two but you’re the only one keeping score
I didn't realize there were heart strings attached
You know I have trouble listening 
Yet you're...

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"Their Queen Pheromones"

Nectar 
attracts 

foraging 
honey bees
with components 
of their 
Queen Pheromones

the butterflies beckon
their inner wasps
to sup on clover
four leafed, beds of velvet
green virgins unseen

herein...

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Lead me to the place where I can glance at your face, lead me to the place where I can in sit in solitude and...

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In summer’s sweetest time,
There was no space at all 
for rhyme.
Off to the fragrant forest 
we went.
And erotic, moments, there
we had spent.
My head rested in...

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My favorite way to be with you
is laying front to back 
one hand wrapped around-pressed to me
the other softly
caressing.
Mouth on ear, snuggle close to me,...

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"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul...

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I believed I saw you 
at the top 
of Carteret Street 
Beloved*
But it wasn't you 
Just the inspiration of you 

I thought I saw you...

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"The wind is the pounding of my heart.”
                 ...

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The difference between silence and ambience,
When you are quiet, nature speaks.
The leaves rustle as the wind sings,
As you also hear the sound of a flowing...

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Behold Beatrice, Pitcairn
the paradise sunsets lie in Tahiti
sunrise, the folly of Easter
islands, sanitoriums, deluded, denuded
limbos and purgatories, the never evermore
Polynesian metaphors transmigrate my mind
O to...

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Oh what a glorious 
sight it would be,
a sunbathing mermaid
from under the sea.

Caressed by the sun
and the wind in her hair, 
taking a breath 
without...

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Kitana Mansa what words speak me
there shredded or triffled
the shoes of tired men
Mansa Kitana sing that
you are songful
the son of pleasant persons
the headjoint of the...

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I watched your shadow in the darkness
Gliding above the surface of the grass
Touching lower tree branches gently
With soft wings-like fingertips
I sensed your breath approaching my...

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Ask dad                       ...

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