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Warm Bodies

Warm bodies collide

In the summer heat.

Sweat beads along natural curves.

Rolling motions on linen sheets,

Heavy breathing

Flesh on fire.

Deep moans with deep thrusts,

Inhibitions forgotten,

Tossed aside with the clothes

And heavy blankets.

A rhythmic dance everyone knows.

Concluding with an exchange

Of breath and fluids.

Harbor

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The boat sits at rest
In the calm, empty harbor.

A woman drink deep
From the skies gift of a dusk
That brands the soul forever.

Thunder and Stone

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Thunder and water,
Pounding surf and sitting stone,
But the rock still stands,
Against angry rising tides,
Perfect balance, harmony.

Hilltop Grove

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Beneath pepper trees
A flower bends in the breeze
In a hilltop grove.

The Sky

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The sky is ablaze,
And an alien world burns
With indigo flame.
What was forest, now desert.
What was desert, now is glass.

Thunder and Stone

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Thunder and water,
Pounding surf and sitting stone,
But the rock still stands,
Against angry rising tides,
Perfect balance, harmony.

Within the Street Lit Room

Within the street lit room
The woman stands with her back to the man.

Within the street lit room
The man walked towards her.

Within the street lit room
The city flashes from behind the blinds.

Within the street lit room
She turns to catch his gaze.

Within the street lit room
Anger fills his face.

Within the street lit room
She smiles gently.

Within the street lit room
The crowds and cars blair from Below.

Within the street lit room
Falls a knife.

Within the street lit room
The door slams violently.

Within the street lit room
The sounds of a woman running down the hall can be heard.

Within the street lit room
Is the smell of iron and liquor.

Within the street lit room
Lies the man bloodied and fallen.

Then the street lit room
The Beast lies dead.

Lost, Three Tanka

1.
Despair rips across
Thoughts and vivid dreams of life,
Opening the mind
To visions of hopelessness
And paths that lead into fog.

2.
Lost in grey water
That floats silent through the streets
Touching broken hearts,
Breathing life into dark thoughts,
And a future of white pain.

3.
Pale is the autumn
At the dawn of October,
Atop rain-soaked streets
Full with the wandering lost,
All they see is a warm home.

Persimmon Tree

A Persimmon tree,
Heavy with fruit, nearly ripe.
Sweet expectation.

Feel

I don’t feel like a man
I don’t feel like a person
I don’t feel like a human
I don’t feel like I belong
I don’t feel worthy

I feel worthless

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