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Monday, November 5, 2012
Jeweled Perfection
As Aphrodite,
woman
is crowned
with luminescent filters
of dantier silks.
Her prowess of men
anoint her
goddess.
Blended fresh as ripened fruit,
morsels of gossamer
yield siphoned vision-scope,
allure; captivate.
Beyond jeweled perfection,
her skilled pull to push
and plunge with astragal pastels,
refines sensitive yearning;
holding firm
to press
where angels tread
and dared
to spread her wings.
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Cherry Blossoms - Poetic Prose
Warmth found its way into my damp crevices of melancholy as I remembered your eyes. How generous their view of love, even when dim shadows formed gray beneath them, and your thinned shoulders fell limp.
Still, as you labored breath, you called my heart to hear yours, and as each became one - my inhale to your exhale - your final sigh found its soft place in early May.
Branches filled with spring song and tears watered buds to move with the spread of new life. I lingered beneath cherry blossoms, engulfed within their carpeted embrace and felt your tender petals find flight in the early warm air. It was fitting that rebirth mark your expiration.
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