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Steven Straub Poem
As the morning light steaks across the room, you stand at the foot of the bed. You are refreshed, an awakened and out of the shower, with beads of water still on your skin. The towel that you are wearing, which is wrapped around you, is holding you tight and drying your body. You do not realize I am watching you, from the slits in my barely opened eyes, as you think I am still asleep. You turn from the bed and now stare at yourself, in the full length mirror, as you drop the towel. I am studying now your model body. Now being naked, you poses in different positions, as if being photographed for the cover of a magazine. I study your lines and your curves, while you twist and turn, getting every side and every angle possible. I then watch as you put on, that light blue denim dress. It fits your body like a glove and you love how it shows off your booty, looking back to see it. You fixed your hair up in a loose bun, with a few tangles that fell down, framing your face. you then took your bag hanging it, over your shoulder, fixing yourself once more in the mirror. You then give me a kiss and tell me you love me before leaving. You were heading out shopping with some girlfriends. I waited a bit, to make sure you were gone, then got up and went into the studio and sat before a blank canvas. While I closed my eyes, I again envisioned you, a timeless beauty. I began to pay attention to every detail, with every stroke in fluid motion of color. I wanted you to know that it is with your love, that brings me to life. I wanted also so much to live with you in the world, that your heart has shown me.
So now, after hours of painstakingly, recreating you, I took a step back to view the image that has emerged. You have become the source of every movement, that the brush touched to create. While the moonlight streaks shadows on the wall, the lock clicks and the door opens, being home now. It took a few minutes, until you found your way to where I was. You then saw the view of what I saw, making you begin to cry tears, being that art, imitates your love.
Copyright © Steven Straub | Year Posted 2022
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Steven Straub Poem
The sun, has begun to rise, lifting up, to the sky, from the oceans horizon, on a beautiful morning, as I take, my daily run, along the smooth, warming, yet wet sand, now putting my footprints, in first, before the thousands, of others, have erased my trace, forever, along with, the washing, of the tides, that rolls in and out, as I notice, far off, something shiny, like a mirrored reflection, sticking out, in my path and so when, I stopped, to rest, I then bend over, to found it, to be, an old, lavishly ornate, delicately designed bottle and with, dusting it off, I turned it over, to then hesitantly, remove the stopper, when there was, a vibration, to it, as it suddenly came, to life, while a light mist, then pours, from the spout, followed by, a thick cloud, of bellowing smoke, began to gather and in shock, I took, a step back, tripping, over myself, as I watched, in slow motion, it fall, from my hand, in a race, with me, of who lands first, on the sandy earth, from in the air, as I, then soon, could make out, the hourglass figure, which emerged, of a young, blonde woman, a goddess, of the olympians, a vision to behold, which is dressed, in silky white, harem style attire, with veils and with her long blond hair, braided in a single rope, down her back, as she sinks, to her kneels and with eyes lowered and her hands, clasped together, in a sign, of abandoned submission.
So now, after moments, of a pause, I heard, the voice, of an angel, the sounds of, a hypnotic trance, in her words, as she spoke, saying that she, was a genie and that, since I, had released her, from her solitary prison, that I, am hers, to now command, as her eyes, then raised, to gaze up, at me, seeing the tears, course down, her cheek, making puddles, as I, could feel her pain and the lifetimes, she lead, for others, taking nothing, for herself, I then, had only one thought, that came to mind, as I, did not wish, anything, for myself, but with one wish, I granted to her, was her freedom and as, she stared deeper, into my eyes, looking in, my heart and soul and reading my mind, I could feel, her there, as she smiled, then placed, her slender arms, around my neck and softly pressed, her lips, to mine, as she then said, your wish, is my command, in breathless delight.
Copyright © Steven Straub | Year Posted 2022
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