Homecoming
Look out on the front lawn.
Shrunken with accelerating time…
turned foreign by distance…
a familiarity for so many years.
Lush greens and tall shade,
r o y g b i v dotted steeps hill.
The sun drops below forested trees.
Enter twilight.
Gel the bright to a murky haze,
fading sight brings older visions.
Return to childhood;
gleeful tumbles on grass,
plucking weeds under scorching,
at dusk, accompanied by private musings.
Watch bats twirl above,
and fireflies spark beside.
Look out on the front lawn, now.
(In twilight.)
See the cobwebbed memories
growing transparent on a greened abyss.
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3 comments:
Nice imagery! I think I'll print this one off for future reading!
...mom?
Oh god that's so nice! so sweet and nice that I figure I'd lower the tone by posting one of my own pornographic poems....
Celebration
This is the dance of ecstasy,
Its burning forge a bastion of desire
That melts away the coats of rust
Concealing liquid fire.
All worldly worries turn to ash
In the face of a sinuous embrace.
A ballet of curved and quivering flesh,
Twisting in muscular rapture.
Paroled from worldly prisons,
Human forges mingle sweat, blood,
And tears, engendering a lustful ore,
A frenetic confluence of ardor.
Arching, aching flesh,
Thigh to thigh in desperate communion,
Sensuously sliding sentinels reunited in a fleshy,
sublime melding of mind and body.
Two flowing ingots reaching, searching, finding,
And converging together in white hot
Brilliance, transiently everlasting.
Enmeshed.
Slut
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