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Suburbia

See that pastel world
realm of green lawns and mansions.
An elite kingdom.

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Artemis

There’s nothing goddess-like
about those moonbeams
silver glowing arch 
not of your back
soft and inviting 
but of your bow
cold and piercing
silent slayer.
There’s nothing to adore
within your face 
gleaned from marble
glossed immortality 
as you condemn with 
opal eyes.
There’s everything wrong
with my animal lust
stag in mating season 
wanting your body 
more than life itself 
denied by your
virginal lock.

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Raking Leaves

A bunch of dead leaves.  
They cling on the eaves,
verging on falling
killed by frost.
Coating the earth.

Sweaty brow that furrows in
thought as the wind pushes.
Leaving them only to fly 
back--can’t get them all–

the fruits of this labor
eternal and constant
as the dead petals

Back and forth.
Cold, crisp rhythm
sweeping out the old.
Time tested,
true auburn harmony.

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Love's Home, Fallen Into Disrepair

Gray rosebuds, crumpled oak
lead to a littered path
your concrete domicile,
aged with painful years.

A caustic soul lies hidden 
within the attic of my mind.
Dust-ridden and lost under
lovers past.

Enfold my hands in yours,
flesh and bone.  Rock and 
silt bind our fingers loosely–
dry dirt slipping away.
Like our love and our lives.

Steps and turns and passageways.
Closed doors and ripped floors.
I left you dying
you left me crying

Left me sorting out the pile 
of memories in the foyer; 
things I try to piece together
now that you’re gone.

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Realization

As if I had recently died and saw 
the house from a new angle,
where I now stood outside this 
defiled square, my husband’s
weekend home improvement.

I should have let him watch the game--

Yellow paint a summer sunrise
fluorescent, searing.
Blinding the neighbors 
making me cry.

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Carnal Displays of Affection In Public

Make me taste the brandy
devour your lips whole

taste testing your soul.  
In the glass maze where we

display carnal interaction,
they see us entwined.

Café au lait lips, pale caramel hips
I let you melt over me–

all the joy and the ease.
We couldn’t stop now if we tried.

Your voice growls sex sure howls 
from the hollow depths at the 

base of your throat.  Tell me again
why we don’t merge into the clouds

under their relentless, heat-laden stare. 
Envious cloaks garnish the onlookers.

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Fatal Attraction

Appalled, dazed, secretive
we run to your hidden room
above the roses in the arbor.

Really a cheap motel, 
but I like to pretend.

Forbidden fuels passion, 
and hunger is satisfied.

Hold him to his actions,
let him know what he gave 
means permanence...

I demand he keeps the promise
of true love
or die.

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Tis the Season

Cold snow melts down
my hot throat
We’re smelling fresh pine
not from some aerosol can 
but of roots from the earth
as he slices away years of 
maturity, landing on top of our car–

Oh Christmas tree

I can taste the wood floating
in the air; crunchy splinters
on my tongue

Holly, berries with red bows 
adorn the front door
December outfit, winter decor

The lights
a bright trail in our indoor forest
leading little hands to the gifts below

Objects fly in circles 
I juggle them fast 
a holiday jester–
turkey 
stuffing
tape 
scissors
ornaments 
paper.

Batteries for toys
kids screaming for joy
relatives who annoy
this season’s a ploy
that’s sent me into poverty...