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Tonya Maria Poem
We are caught up in this digital distance
Tangled in strings of binary code
Texting in sequence but in silence
Transmitting thoughts on keystroke roads.
We are caught up in tactile indigence
An impoverished need for human touch
We receive electronic mental perceptions
By fonts implied as such.
We are caught up in digital rambling
Ritualistic taps of thoughts and rhymes
Suffocating until we tap, release and enter
Into the electronically charged sublime.
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Somewhere between the simple, slow and quiet
She found him, far away from the touristy crowd
Shirt untucked, canvas slung over his shoulder
His skin, warm and salty
Sweet leftovers from his affair with the sea
She missed his taste, a revelation realized
As her lips traced each of his pulses
Throbbing with life, so vital, so intense.
He found her organic, neatly tucked away in the coastal hillside
Her scent, as elemental as her beauty
Her eyes, the violet that blooms from the Jacaranda tree
Armeria painted her lips a soft spanish pink
He charted her every detail in his mind
He carefully navigated to points of interest
His compass, his heart
His hands, her pleasure
Their love
The earth and sea.
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Her approach was elegant but unpretentious
Her soul was weaved in moons and stars
Her gardens enchantedly flourished
Her brooks danced to wind guitars.
Her fingertips stirred the rivers
Her whispers spoke peace upon the earth
Her smile illuminated the darkness
Her hands fought death and welcomed birth.
Her eyes held and calmed the anxious
Her heart was filled with twelve bright suns
Her language was universal
Her name was given... Woman.
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The depth of her quietude
Fully resonates in him
He has silenced her for so l o n g
He is content
With her suppression.
He is the communication controller
in
his
home.
Yet,
He has not silenced her arousal when
Clean ink is penned in lengthy lines
Of passionate words in lovely cursive letters
On white parchment.
This is her secret, tucked away
In her hat box
High in the closet, above his shirts
Shirts she's pressed and hung in order by color
She's carefully starched the cuffs per his instruction with p r e c i s i o n
but she's often forced into (retraining)
Due to her...... inadequacies.
BUT.......
When she writes she is free
Free to write of moons and stars
Oceans and seasons change
Travels to lands she can only dream of
And of lovers she desires to take and to hold.
The depth of her quietude
Fully resonates in him
And
He is content....
When she writes
She is free
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Tumbling walls of prismatic showers
Caught inside her kaleidoscope powers
Rendered complacent to reflections image
Images reflect…reality.
Caught beneath chilled water's fall
Wanting this... yet wanting all
Standing here, yes, where I am
Images reflect…reality.
Pure.. but numbed.. by water's touch
My dreams I hold in my palm's clutch
Standing behind the fall's raw chill
Images reflect…. reality.
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She gently enters
with turquoise flow
at night tide in his dreams,
Sent to soften his earthen path
beneath the crescent's beam.
She soothes his day's reality
of toil and turning earth,
Then leads him deep
into her waves
of dark calm
and
night's rebirth.
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She fleshed out lines
of scarlet red
Poured from her heart's
bruised vein she bled
Two cuts divided
their king sized bed.
Sheath exposed, nerves unveiled
Painful memories, her words revealed
Breaths taken in, never exhaled.
With guided pen, her eyes sealed tight
She left for him, a wrong made right
A last goodbye,
that scarlet night.
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