one who likes honey
sweetness whispered
whiff of wetness
portent of shadows
sleeping
off the cold
tundra
to utter…to utter
insane
barely brave
bravado covers
the lay
of miles and miles
stickiness roars
from his lips
don’t be insane
his name
an apparition
waiting
to wake up
your nightmares
the intent
of silhouette
moving across
your tent’s face
chiaroscuro
drawn onto
your forehead, eyelids,
cheeks, nose, chin
distorting the thrill
you felt at dusk
this polar beast
might employ
your safety net
as a handkerchief
then nibble
a late night snack
(hand over mouth)
“b e a r”
What is this love we seek to find and hold?
It twists and contorts, resistant to enfold.
A surprising elusive shadow, that pops up from the mist?
When we least expect it, to enlist when kissed.
This love actually, defies logic and common sense!
For whom we love, truly deeply is beyond any pretense,
Any hope that its stickiness can be shed,
With a flick, a kick, a denial, once, twice said.
Love is persistent, won't go away, or fade.
Its inception is the exception that once made,
Is burned or carved into a tree trunk or rock,
As an emblem, a shout, broadcast around the clock.
For love is a joy, a delightful happenstance!
A meeting by chance, then with poise, to prance and dance.
My love like steel and silk
cuts through you
splutters your blood
watermelon juice down a throat
Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
for you to suck afresh
that you may find your
Godly seed within
My love like dragonflies and bees
silently landing on stamen or pistils
alchemising nectar into patterned
dust upon transparent wings
Earth rewards my love with morning glory
steel severs sunflower stems
silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
pollen stolen in sparkling dew
My steely silken love refreshed
from your flowered stickiness
Sweet and sappy, as strawberries,
yet the green leaf’s pulled
from the tongue, and
teaches one a smile set
in the bulk and brazen
of the hefty sour’n sweet
fruitiness obtained from the C
of the blazing sun’s goodness.
Plentiful teeny-tiny seeds
present in the plush red-ripe chill
to the gums, and
pearly-wide teeth
that plunge, as if into the neck
of Dracula’s victim.
Juice sucked off fingers.
The index circles the lips
to enhance the stickiness
and satisfaction
of the plucky fragaria,
full-sized, squeezing
the frame. Dimensions
hypnotize the dreamer
destined for the horizon.
Scented lip gloss,
a lasso for a boyfriend.
The milkshake mesmerizes
the swirly straw in the parlor.
Memories made shepherding
the wild strawberry fields -
hair, cheeks, lips, polish.
Georgia, Georgia
The whole day through (the whole day through)
Just an old sweet song
Keeps Georgia on my mind (Georgia on my mind)
Georgia on My Mind sung by Ray Charles
Songwriters: Hoagy Carmichael / Stuart Gorell
GEORGIA ON MY MIND
Peachy blue skies, perpetually deep
Idyllic sunrays resonant with power
Summer is waning; the sun never sleeps
Pecan pie in the sky - stickiness of flowers
Georgia on my mind. No where else to go
Names and cells, neighbors don’t exchange
The pace is apropos, pandemic is slow
Delta is variant, chameleon of strange
9/10/2021
His eyes held a dead brilliance
Showing an empathy and compassion
Did his soul embrace any resilience
How she brought infinite passion
Standing over her he felt a vulnerability
Fascination he had in her left him confused
As an inhuman beast he had capability
To leave her alone he would refuse
Her pulsating blood drew his attention
Thoughts of its warm stickiness so red
Gave him an undeniable appreciation
Standing in the shadows as the undead
Disciplined willpower not to have a taste
Though entombed by its very smell
Consequences of these actions, a waste
For she was his never ending hell
Though hell he knew well as a vampire
He could enter her mind, and hypnotize
See he wanted her for his own empire
Wanted her love but that she has to realize
Actions he’d rather not deal with consequences
Now he cursed his profound moral compass
He only hoped she’d come to her senses
Decision and out come she must encompass
For heavens sake, don’t piss on your own parade or nearby floor. That just allows location of your valuables to be known. Invites others through your door. Ones who don’t have the best intentions and no qualms about doing you harm. Looking for leverage and ways to make you give up the farm. In a moment of weakness, you have to let go of your senses, and make a mess, ask for help when you wake up to clean up the rest. So no lingering stickiness, or smell remains, on the floor close to you, use the strongest means, to flush all the poor judgment down the drain.So as not to cause yourself, or those dear to you anymore pain.
The color of the river is navy blue
The rivers current motion is so wavy
The wavy river sinks my feet in deeply
My feet which touch the sand gently
Swimming outwards towards the river is risky
Swimming outwards towards the river I see a fishy
The fishies are swimming around me somewhat crazy
This crazy feeling makes me feel dorky
The sand which rubs against my feet feels quite bubbly
The wetness of the sand is so muddy
The mud which sticks on my feet feels yucky
The yuckiness within my feet feels so mucky
The stickiness within my feet makes me feel icky
I need a lot of water to take the sand off me
When I stare at the river, I see a duck lonely
I think the other duckies see it as an ugly ducky
This ugly ducky is not a rubber ducky
I see the ugly ducky as a cutie
That cutie ducky is so lucky
Thank goodness that lucky ducky has me
All those other duckies are so unlucky
When my mommy saw me holding the ducky
The ducky took off in a hurry
The poor ducky took off feeling kinda panicky
That's the panicky feeling I get when she calls me
My mommy lovely wants me in a jiffy
That's the lovely moment I feel kinda frisky
That frisky moment makes me acutely
I should have let it go,
theunkind words they spoke
the phrases unjustly, hurtfully said
but you know me...
My mind thinks and mulls the words
over and over again.
They churn like whipped shakes and malts
until they begin to overflow.
Before realized, they spill over
onto counter tops and make a mess.
Cleanup doesn't serve me well
as the disliked stickiness is spread
Soon, everyone around sees and knows
that thing they said -
I should have let it go,
Humidity’s validity
Is limited to plants
‘Cause people would avoid it
If they only had the chance.
For mugginess, like bugginess,
Does nothing but annoy.
It’s not the type of weather
That I ever could enjoy.
The ickiness of stickiness
Just brings me to my knees.
I’m sure I’m not the only one
Who’d much prefer to freeze!
Ancient redwood in its core has a sap
The resin comes out and on the grass it will tap
The redwood lives in mountain gap
The resin’s own stickiness on the ground it will trap
When the gap is covered by the sea
To wonder in salt water is resin’s destiny
And to make amber time is the key
Amber forms from resin in all its beauty and majesty
Citrine rests in the rocks and is November birth stone
It has yellow lemon tone
Natural citrine in just few places is known
For creativity it is the keystone
Both amber and citrine are beautiful to behold
Each is many centuries old
But they are both stones non living and cold
Their magic is surpassed by primrose that child will hold
The primrose is child of spring and rain and its role
Is to underline mesmerizing beauty of spring’s soul
And the force that is responsible for all aspects of that soul
With no reference point of evolution being just one aspect it can bring love to your soul
Sultry sodden sky
Stifling stickiness release
Sudden summer storm
I want to slide into you,
Not between the stickiness of sheets,
But between the spaces of your synapses.
I want to taste your saliva on my lips,
Not from the wetness of your tongue,
But from the passage of your words.
I want to encompass you,
Not between the thickness of my thighs,
But between the limits of my life.
I want to indulge myself in your scent,
Not from the potency of your perfume,
But from the familiarity of your presence.
Fragment by fragment,
I will emerge myself in You,
Until I feel that we are wrapped in the same skin.
WWW INVITATION
It’s a net like a spider web
A scary world of almost nothing
Floating in the ether
And poor unsuspecting airy creatures
Get trapped in the stickiness of its lines
Victims of an unseen enemy
Unwillingly invited to lunch
Stilled with drug and bound
For future use and disposal
All day the sky
Ejaculating
Brings brown to green
Sea and river embracing
Shudders
Salt spray like sweat
On the eyes
Crumpled sheet of innocense
All day have I
Endured the streaming stickiness
Of dreams
That cannot rise
Like a kite
In such a malicious wind
All day the sky
Set limits
No mortal can reach
Nor did I
Ever breach the sanctuary of love.
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