I stood before her
As I walked onto her.
Visage those the sight of her
I hear her tender heartbeat.
I am 2 feet away.
I am anxious.
I look at her lips and I await her mouth
And what she says her eyes speak words.
I cannot hear she stands
Stands before me so endearing.
I embrace in my mind.
I kiss her heart, my lips are moist
and wet at the thought
My mind wanders as I wonder
I'm in her care.
I take a step forward.
I envision her embrace.
We glare another step.
I come closer, my spirit, my soul, my mouth taste tasty.
The last inches I touch, I grasp, I embrace her body.
Now, all senses taste tastingly,
we embrace our heartbeats together.
Now we're one
--- tasted tastings
2/19/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
grapevine moths
partake in daily tours
free wine tastings
Nocturnal jazz played on
your body, improvising,
light touches and tastings;
blue moans, soft and
seductive with muted
tones of desire.
Swing rhythm unites two;
blowing red passions,
hot be-bop dances, and
free form movements
that improvise fantasies
with their own beats.
Midnight songs of
ardor released in the
oncoming dawn;
the concert is over
and the players
now sleep, together.
It was judgment hour at the village show:
I was volunteered as they thought I'd know
how to discern between eight small bottles
of rhubarb and ginger vodka tipples.
Tasting just a sip from each of the eight,
I puzzled over a method to rate
just which was the best, then second and third.
I knew which was first but my memory blurred
the flavour of others. So what to do?
I looked for sediment, for clarity too,
but couldn't decide without more tastings
of others before making the placings.
Each one I sipped seemed better than the last
so should the one given first now be recast?
I looked at my jottings and scratched my head
as my mind now fuzzy was losing the thread.
I stuck with the first but with others so fine
placing second and third was hard to assign.
For each of the eight who entered a bottle
thanks from the judge with a bit of a wobble.
The cypress trees stand sentinel,
Protecting all the vines
So all who visit Tuscany
Can drink those lovely wines.
A walled-in city dating back
For seven hundred years
Holds ancient secrets filled with life's
Exuberance and tears.
We stroll the streets and marvel at
The remnants that survive,
Imagining inhabitants
Once vibrant and alive.
We gaze out at the scenery,
So lush and manicured,
With cypress trees on guard
So future tastings are assured.
Moon Maiden a-setting, enveloping Solaris;
Crater's a-sealing in the signing Polaris.
Aphrodite's Celeste from Alpha to Omega;
Zeus arriving in the beauty of Vega.
Flowing champagne, supernova musters;
Jupiters' becoming inside universal clusters.
Riding upon The Big Dipper's gravitation;
Luminous Milky way's guiding navigation.
Meteorite colliding into Saturn's rings;
A passionate showering, shooting comet brings.
Andromeda's ascendant, parachuting stars;
Crash-landing within the tastings of Mars.
Uranus azure entwine Neptune's sapphire heart;
Phobos and Deimos kiss on Earth's Lunas' part.
Mercury communing, Pluto platonic;
Catastrophic ecstasy gathering, atomic.
Interplanetary Venus imploding, explores;
Intergalactic Jove exploding, implores.
Dusking Asteroids' dawning on Auriga's course;
Surrenderings spent on the Trojan Horse.
© June 2nd 2013
We talk about the sacred,
places ancient as fire, palaces divine in quagmire,
getting lost in footsteps of artistic archaeology,
uprooting ghosts in structure's facings,
We want to know why knowledge is forbidden outside the skin
of nourishment's tastings,
pineing for the verbotten dialect of perfect sin,
needing to understand why boats become skuttled in sands of dread,
asking why it seems angels along with demons our confusion conspire,
Staring into faces of stone like children seeing new color,
wondering if those rigid lips will ever confess a crime that We could forgive,
is there rhyme in love haunted by punished valor,
could there be trust established in harmony with ambition refusing to give,
communicating as birds before the malstrom
for directions to the shelter that made Time begin in form when thunder rung,
running into the genesis of Life & Death We trumpet like heros
congratulating each other for finding beauty in burdensome burrows -
J.A.B. Dedicated to all community builders -
As life has a way of letting us know,
There are two destinations of which way to go.
Should we follow our hearts and dreams?
Or let them flow away like a beautiful stream?
Who is really in control of here and now?
Your feelings are strongly beginning to prowl.
Professing your pleasurable inner cravings,
May not satisfy your wishful tastings.
To remain silent may be the ultimate shame.
Dare one say?.. Or should one dowse the flame?
With no intentions of destroying any life.
Oh, how struggles intrude to the extent of strife.
Perhaps share your mind and love will soon follow.
Allow the knowledge so we may indulge and wallow.
Will they be willing with their arms wide open?
Or will they remain in the life they have chosen?
The decision must find a way to be tranquil,
For both deserve happiness and bliss of ample.
All in due time will we commence that walk.
While minutes go by...tick tock...tick tock...
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