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summer's breath still warm~
then the sky cracks like wet slate.
a gasp of cold air
stitches through the golden grass.
the earth shivers, half-undressed.
My voice
broke
on the edge
of breath.
We stripped
the bark
from our ribs
like trees
to find
no center.
Blood
is a language
we forgot
in churches.
I held
your absence
like a flame
burning
under my tongue,
while skin
remembers
the names
we
never
spoke.
I was becoming
not better
just
closer
to the fracture
before
the old name.
And you
fell into me
like a glyph
not carved.
We did not rise
we undressed.
I was just a kid
You threw the “book” at me
Hellfire, damnation, sinner!!
Repent!!!!
I was too young
To remember “penting”
So how could I do it again??
Purgatory….
“the not quite ready for prime time
waiting room for angels”
Confession??
Hey, If I ain’t tellin’ Mom
I ain’t tellin’ nobody.
The “transubstantiation”
//I can still spell it//
I thought it was a new stop on the RED LINE.
“The Caped Crusaders”
Aka NUNS
Wielding a thunderous yard stick
(Thor had nothing on these chicks)
Catechism
The first of my many schisms.
I am still just a kid
Delving into the alleged
“Divinity of Man”
Walking in the footsteps of mystery
Dabbling in momentary beliefs
Chasing shadows on a cloudless day
Experiencing the wonder of life
Standing naked in the world of the undressed
John G. Lawless
©5/6/2023
Sun undressed quickly, getting on her traveling outfit.
Night dropped her dark robes onto the landscape behind her.
She smiled as the stars rushed in.
5:38 a.m.? Moon called after her
As she headed for her second job.
Sun did not look back,
But Moon was satisfied.
Moon called the shots,
For she was the
Aggressive one
In This Fleeting
Relationship.
Frozen magic
Darkness dominates
Attacks, walls crumbling
The magic shield,
as a protective bumper
Fear and curse,
do not involve the dead
Crystallized mana
A rabbit foot in the pocket,
give false security
The fog of illusion
Each fiber in the body seeks salvation
Water can be converted into wine
Beauty can be difficult to find
31.01.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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It’s all in there
Somewhere inside my head
Every memory, every vision
Every word I’ve ever said
There are certain times I can recall
Certain moods that bring to mind
Precious, long past memories
On which a light once shined
From the deepest, darkest crevice
I’ll think of something dear
Old snap shots in black and white
And always with a tear
I love those moods of deep connection
My life in thoughts undressed
It’s when I know without a doubt
How much that I’ve been blessed
Trapped for so long in walls that cocooned her
She struggles to break free
All she desires is escape from the darkness of her prison
And the walls that bind her
To feel the sun on her face, the cool breeze on her body
She pushes and pushes with all her might …
Eventually she sees a pinprick of daylight
She struggles and struggles, fighting with all her strength
Finally emerging into the world
Fluid pumps around her body
She twists and turns and her wings start to unfurl
Hanging upside-down she remains motionless for several hours
Slowly, sensuously, she reveals her beautiful body
I gasp at her breathtaking beauty – she is simply stunning
There before my very eyes – a beautiful butterfly
13th April 2015
“Undressed Words”
Another story yet told…
Painful memories I couldn’t hold…
They take a backseat in my mind…
Missing words I still can’t find…
You had a pocket full of goodbyes…
Each one caught with a sigh…
We stood long in the rain…
Where tears blend in just the same…
Cracks in a heart that the eyes can’t see…
Faded scars that still may bleed…
Drips on my pages too express…
Into poetry that stays undressed…
I write songs without a tune...
You hear my words like crashing balloons...
I had a tug of war with sounds and notes...
As my words lie naked in the pocket of my coat...
The volume control is missing but a beat is still found...
And soon my undressed poem danced to its own sound...
Welcome to my poetic Burlesque
To read this poem you must first undress
If I were near, I must confess
I’d pay close attention, you might have guessed
I don’t wish to appear a bit too rude
But I wrote it, so you must read it, in the nude
Just loose your puritan attitude
A naked body is my libido’s food
There are only a couple of verses more
I hope you have removed all that you wore
I am sure your figure I would adore
Even if your caption would read, “Before”
You cannot read the final verse
Until your birthday suit you are in first
That modesty bubble you really must burst
Our fear of nudity is a horrible curse
Now take a picture to offer proof
You followed the rules – now tell the truth
Email it to me, I’ll treat it with couth
I hope to get a stack that reaches the roof
dare not gaze into his piercing eyes they read my soul ...secrets undressed
~*~
It started with a kiss
My cheeks and nape
Thoughts running wild
Manly drape
His torso structure
All muscled and strong
In his arms
Where i have always longed
His hands like velvet creepers
Encircling my skin
My longing for him
To be welcomed within
Our clothes now scattered
Flesh to flesh
Astride my darling
Sensuous zest
In me he loves
My pillar of man
To reach our joys
In slow motion
Gentle in touch
As we delight in move
Voices of groan
Love in the groove
Internal eruption
Fountain of joy
Quivering bodies
Stimulating enjoy
Sighs of two
Pleasured and blessed
Sharing their love
Undressed to address
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Like a scarf,
Your arms rest down my neck.
Slinking hands hanging gentle,
down my torso.
I feel your sharp breasts contract with heavy breathes,
down my spine.
I listen,
I feel,
Your hammer heart beat.
Tap once
Tap Twice
atop my submissive skin.
We float linear
But I jot along,
wild,
for when we fall,
laned together as man and woman.
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