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BALSAM BREEZE

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2016-10-24 23:14

notions know
rain fresh cloud kissed
am glow drips
fm hiss from flat phone
tangled sheets
rampant dreams
stirring moans
and icy window
breath on nape
an toes

so the story goes

room of tombs
lit hallways with
dizzying dirty
carpet
numerical door
mystery
ember red EXIT
signs glow

ship of sleep
Night wind
sway the dark
trunks of conifers
rattle the last
of decidious
waiting for the torrents
release
frosts finger detatchment
in that Holy clairvoyant
foggy morning

the last of the
whisky in the ice box
last of the soap
Pears
on the shower holder
shelf

years flicker
while the water
trickles
hot soothing
aches and sprains
of time
one liners in voice
hollow return
oracles with
their touch of hands
shoulders
arms
A leg thrown across
my hips
smokey amber
or emerald eyes
signal lights
while potential
idles on the main
line
this decadent storm
growls
on earrings sway
with each careful
turn of their beautiful
heads

Beneath a moon
bathed in its ribbon
of light
estuary fountians
we drank the copious
fill
and drew a taste
of falls sinful darkness
howled in passion
these stars
fixated and fixed
in the blue swim
..

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Jasmine.

Tue, 2016-10-25 17:16

Jasmine.'s picture

Not to sure if this is the past or the now, maybe a little of both? Lust and passion in the moonlight, two of my favorite things.
Love it!

Esker

Wed, 2016-10-26 11:24

Esker's picture

Dreamt recent...lucid an encounter
but Ive lived it
the earnest arrivers
taking me to dinners
stories shared
then bodies explored
nothing like a trail mate
the bright glitter of
spellbound eyes
that hunger for an
excursion experience
a sated thirst

then On to the next
thing..
and the next...

but there is nothing
like the added atmosphere
of a windy moonlight
nite...window open
a refreshing cool breeze
to simmer in the glow
of afterwards!

Thank U Jasmine!

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Jasmine.

Wed, 2016-10-26 12:28

Jasmine.'s picture

Whispers of summer storms
The breath of passion
On parted lips, sweet surrender

I don't always write dark and depressing lol.....

Esker

Wed, 2016-10-26 14:07

Esker's picture

not all of dark my dear
but of the drive that throbs
within us
many whip it and pray it away
many dive in
depressing.....no..U write of feelings
Plath stuck her head in the oven
Wolfe stuck her jacket with rocks
Sexton sat in her fine motorcar
there were many more then
willing to put a smile on THEIR
faces but it was based on their
ideal of perfection..the super male
who was immature and a goof
sa la vie..
there are many good looking
and creatives filling in that
role since....
keep writing
I shall keep reading
but I am but a mop pusher..

spoiler alert!
Mr Wolf!

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Candlewitch

Wed, 2016-10-26 12:35

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Beneath a moon
bathed in its ribbon
of light
estuary fountians
we drank the copious
fill
and drew a taste
of falls sinful darkness
howled in passion
these stars
fixated and fixed
in the blue swim

thank you for this diaphanous (delicate or gauzy) dreamy write...I really love how you used "in the blue swim" for sky!

*hugs, Cat

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Esker

Wed, 2016-10-26 14:02

Esker's picture

a blanket..beside a fire
or the bush sex....blow up matress leave behind
or hatchback...truck bed sex
or...king size...gueen size hotel motel kind
the moon was out or not..but it was
a deep blue the sky
why I see Neferetitis tomb was painted blue
swim...becaue Love is a liquid..fluids
not sanding..not coarse grind
the best is LUBED
vaseline kisses
or other....

not gross....I have had much
interchange with brilliant
and street women
stall..car...school empty room...
alley....
what did we do when we left
caves????
the great paintings show
the wheat gatherers resting
on a haystakc drinking wine
instruments of music
how did they procreate

blue swim...many a water based
coupling I enjoyed
we are made of water
many are borne in water
the new method
old method

dictators can arrive any moment
say your bloods not pure enough
records of homo action and put u
in the oven.....can happen like
that....

or hetero...of which this poem is
based on fact.....
both parties enjoyed the exchange

despite age........
its all about sensation
and power
the aged have the power
and so do the young
tiaras and wallets.
age old song and dance

..

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Esker

Thu, 2016-10-27 15:47

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once he got famous and the groupies swarmed him
He took "selfies"
check it out man...
dude lived like romans
Sexton slept with her pill script
writing pysch docs...
Plath hung up on her handsome
Money bags man...
whom...he slept with much...
speaking of which....
Never much looked Him up..
probably fared well
Lived old age
....people that bully are like
this...no feelings....
Plath had em...

People that drive people
under are proud of this
they often post it in Facebook

bullies..
Im not!!!

I can get a passport...
imagine!!!!!!!!!!!

over and out!

Mr WOLF!

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Poetess

Sat, 2016-11-12 02:34

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Really enjoyed reading this poem!

Words and language intertwine well and create such a chaotic stream of emotions that really wakes up most senses.

I'm just an amateur but I think the layers in this poem are sublime!

Poetess

Esker

Sat, 2016-11-12 08:14

Esker's picture

the backbeat...
why I like techno pop
just a steady forward drum to march by
I knew much system
party runners
doormen
drivers..workers

words are the transit
of the tale
senses.....
I try to encourage them
exemplify not drive
em down
In packs there are leaders
Male/Female alphas
domesticated animals
are driven
I would rather follow
true leaders
then feel some mere
sting

I find your poetry refreshing
Thank U for the visit!

Mr Wolf!

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