mirror will be washed

[SeattleRain]

security alert 4.4.4

security alert
by smithpeter ©

if everything isn’t told
there is profound silence

bags packed, almost
zip code in doubt never more
printed versions just incase
electronic oracle fails.
tires go flat,
Side of road is most beautiful sans stress
with a river cool and swirling
little undertows, big branches dip
old lures dangle like christmas in all lower capped letters, new tradition.

the days of sons and grand dads making memories
the days of daughters and grand dads making memories
hooking limbs, old shoes, occasional fish.
hence the activities name,
named by grand mothers

 

[SeattleRain]

wish and vision before sleep 4.9.4

wish and vision before sleep
by smithpeter ©

I have memories
able to hold in my hand
passed back and forth
left to right to other
like our kisses,

your tone is always
peace with lust
lady of dream as well
as imagine wakeful
pulling forward,


04.09.04

 

[SeattleRain]

just food 4.26.04

just food
by air2o ©

dandelion leaves
torn, ripped, creamy un-dressing
balsamic vinegar dash
broiled

dancing shrimp
sautéed intimate snug bacon
thick sliced, lime
w/seeds for spitting at lover

smiling peaches
fuzz outer spread stuffed
tuna chunk, olive skinned
oiled slick

wobble
stir, vibrate, mince,
boot to the corner of an empty brown room
4 doors down, shades drawn,
stand up proud, legion of one
on-top of this flimsy covered pit w/caution

shaky support
rotting plys
creaky leaky
small control
well fed

4.26.04

 

[SeattleRain]

kind petition for acceptance 04.26.04

kind petition for acceptance
by air2o ©

furiously in front of dancing revolutionaries
wary scoundrels
dashing crazy leg expression
noted in diaries read by ladies
petitioned by gentle men with flowers

degrees of and in botany
during another war
Women’s fists
shadows
knuckles
same war

war of mothers
daughters, sons
fists and words
thought and freedom
fists
bloody well aimed
with gentle worn respect
with gentle fists of rage

04.26.04

 

[SeattleRain]

my cat 04.12.04

my cat
by Palau ©

my cat thinks she invented the outdoors
all those exits and scent paths
objects to kill, punishable due to movement

 

[SeattleRain]

right here 4.26.04

right here
by 2rivers ©

here in the troposphere
we get hit by rain, struck by thunder
flirt with lightning,
lay below fallen rocks
trade stocks
make love
pick flowers, destroy our definitions of weeds
and Emily Dickinson’s herbarium
are all here
within the troposphere

 

[annaswirls]

air20 May 3, 2004

effulgence
air2O ©

at night
things happen more magic
a speck, not large dirt

stones turn self-conscious
without permission
pernicious brutes, yes



enclosed
by air2o ©

trees ignore growth
lust for wet sun
burn it all up one season

fuck the earth
make a bigger trunk
attract sexual insects



happy sunday poem
by air2o ©

woke my dog
laying on his back
like a bat wing glider
masturbating against the thin air
his altitude thick
the atmosphere in room dissolved
cat was curious but non chalant
so sleep became order of day
that and being fucked by a stranger
met on the internet
here in my home
pointing at the ceiling
it's cracks
loose slutty plaster over lath

 

[annaswirls]

5.3.4- 5.4.4 busy 2 days

in this life
by air2O ©

in this life
inside this computer it does not matter
sun is up
he missed it
what else is new today?


5.3.4

missed an important concert


tonight, tonight
air2O

maybe we should do some burning tonight
maybe I should do some burning tonight
under a sky wondering how lover’s sky works

embers from my fire
touch hers, dance like heat obsolete
an option forgotten
best our aura’s can do

sexy inference, she is
inventing nature again
all over again



latent Blue
air2O ©

if you pull the whiskers of a cat
while it sleeps
and rub it’s tummy
and does not wake up
it feels home safe secure love

continues to dream twitch
far from pillows it sleeps upon
drifting falling from branches birds
stuffed in face, between claws, good kitty warrior
in the parade before King and Queen of all
things bright and beautiful
(human version)



surrounded
air2O ©

the trees in the yard
begin to grow together
a web of obsolescence, swallowing

love is yard bumps tripped over
to feed the bird feeders
that feed the birds that fly away



whose politic is clear
air2O

as good as clear cut cellophane
waving flag poles with nothing appended,
the wind whipped ripple missing



it's not one of those
air2O

it was not a nightmare
it was very creamy
my lover with macaroni noodles
ladled across her breasts to chin
dolloped down her stomach
interfering with the tongues
confused tongue wrenching beasts
attractive drenchers with no limits
oh,
oh




reason for sleep, aimless speaking
air2O

fry me up some fish
done and salty
with a little pepper
slight cool Rolling Rock
hit my head
play
throw dirt over my heads
all our head

 

[annaswirls]

May 8 2004

a good thing
by air2o ©

sipping from a candle flame with my eyes
it’s lured oxygen transforms into light
as my memory seems to be trading places
with empty gaps

A small sign goes up in yard near road
Space Available,
No Experience Needed,
Good View of Road and Yard

people driving cars turn their heads,
too bald, too old, too empty, not lived in enough.
Former porn star Sharon Mitchell stops to draw blood

Another brush with greatness speeds away,
slight wave out window,
a fly is left behind. Sharon Mitchell’s fly.
A good omen

The fly and I live happy together for years.
Fly years

 

[annaswirls]

waiting

air2o


Waiting
by air2o ©

growing hard as stone
for particular cheeks

peach will ripen
from plucking

May 8, 2004

 

[annaswirls]

2Rivers 010304 *from 5 poems*

from 5 poems


Rachel

a magnet, a full of hair fury
over terse curl
thrown into verse
to the animals of poetry
the lights in deep dark
deeper dark, the hutch
the knoll the keep the deep
the trodden path the redundant
pearls of justice. Period!

two pearls of inspiration
spells pursuant to-
sway to the right
sway'n to the left
jump down, stand up
equal rights, fight fight fight

* * * *

Women

rhubarb and sand
no mystery why they bail
shaking heads
sour with grit
big feathers, the crew walking
away down the path
away

 

[eagleyez]

Rachel

sister of a father's namesake
hipster 13
my fingers on a mother's tears
it seems like forever
but it wont be years
for the path leads
thru blood and shortskirt
camoflauge
as we drive
as we drive.

God bless the child.

 

[Angeline]

sister of a father's namesake
hipster 13
my fingers on a mother's tears
it seems like forever
but it wont be years
for the path leads
thru blood and shortskirt
camoflauge
as we drive
as we drive.

God bless the child.

 

[annaswirls]

blue jay 2rivers

blue jay
http://english.literotica.com:81/stories/showstory.php?id=121829
by 2rivers ©

landed on a tree branch
outside a rock and roll house
she flew away
from the people
the people perching inside
couched and merry
open mouth kissing
minor keys

12.25.03

 

[annaswirls]

blue sliver

blue sliver
by 2rivers ©

http://english.literotica.com:81/stories/showstory.php?id=121352
park

not a thing but a place in mind and material world, a whim a horse a long pool to swim and touch ends, making sure there is life still in me/us, a joke of wood and air, neither floats without the other, neither exists without an outer skin to hold in the guts of reality

intent

a real door, a door of death sailed into and out of, actually motored into/out of, to the island of denial, come women and men bearing baskets for the natives that laugh but sell and multiply, fly Piper, Lear, Wright and Proper Tail indeed, till the wide horizon swears at too long strings of words no meaning in
deed

intercourse

while laying sideways lust and splendor,
long legged love and yellow suspender
my britches hitched
this still, Decembered night
funny to think back on

day

She has me
in a whim in a basket of fruit, cheese or smoked fish from far
not looking sideways feeling, sidekick reeling, oh that juicy foot that hit the cig out my face and planted a schefflera one stroke, told me what sex means and learned it’s a life of learning, leaning, capturing, fainting, obsession, memory (catch breath) and mystery same as the cats with eyes that see and the hard wooded floors we slide up and down feline like with eyes squint feeling like fur balls intended
She has me good

12.21.03

 

[annaswirls]

Lawn Mowing Diary 2004
http://english.literotica.com:81/stories/showstory.php?id=137759
by 2rivers ©

too early
no growth, no mustache around the beds
no posies or posts fresh green treated markers
telling unwanted visitors we like lead/arsenic
concoctions of spite and sarcasm

new cat to beware of, pounces bats
before comprehension of bicycles
what constitutes a pretty leg
a marvelous gait, a pregnant starling and robin
queens and fish fresh from the manna store

should have been Ode To Styrofoam Scattered Proving Chaos,
no lost britches here found
no bras hanging in trees
only the ruddy burn marks left post glaring eyes
loves ago

soon the 30 weight
the luscious oily seduction of garage freshness
gravel floor and repetitious sweat-shirt don
un-don, don again in rain, in dusk alongside clapboard house hoping the lover
lovely lady looks out window and other fantasies.

4.7.4

 

[annaswirls]

left alone words

left alone words
http://english.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=129661
by 2rivers ©

allow shifting
between long and short
show this student the mercy
your lover feels
give him an opening to die for

play with clocks not time
hold your only possessions
in one fist
as infinity held in its place
given to neck craning

what wind is hot in our single mind
is it a one thing or two or mass
your face comes in my turbulent bed
to wake me and toy and flicker needs
invent a number for not quite yet

mind please, press moist lips against
and confuse my retina never kissed till you
trap us inside your desire
barb us, cleave our will
apply the leather blinders of forwardness

press clove near wound
make us crawl the mile of your legs
invite the break of lust to rabid fever
transfer a single olive to my cavity

please, understand

2.14.04

invent a number for not quite yet

 

[SeattleRain]

if everything is told
there will be profound silence
if everything is not told
there is still
profound silence

you carry with you
zip code
area code
passwords
and secret location of locked folders
and drawers

what have they found in loft and letter?
poker faces melt and clench

security alert
by smithpeter ©

if everything isn’t told
there is profound silence

bags packed, almost
zip code in doubt never more
printed versions just incase
electronic oracle fails.
tires go flat,
Side of road is most beautiful sans stress
with a river cool and swirling
little undertows, big branches dip
old lures dangle like christmas in all lower capped letters, new tradition.

the days of sons and grand dads making memories
the days of daughters and grand dads making memories
hooking limbs, old shoes, occasional fish.
hence the activities name,
named by grand mothers

 

[Reltne]

. . .
invent a number for not quite yet

I really like that! It inspires a similar question: What is the number of things that might have been?
Which sounds very Yousarrian to me. - There might be a good STP challenge in there somewhere.

 

[SeattleRain]

I really like that! It inspires a similar question: What is the number of things that might have been?
Which sounds very Yousarrian to me. - There might be a good STP challenge in there somewhere.

great idea I am goin for it

 

[annaswirls]

banging away alone
by svelte walker ©

here on the same bed
she leaned over suggesting
things red, edible, warmed
in fact microwaved

I lay alone remembering
her bob and strut,
dip and needle threading
(she called it) finger nail etching
her long flowing initials-
my left ass cheek

here was the birth of
my first spot bathing
for my various parts
starting with back of neck
then front down thirsty chest

chilled and fetish horny starved
for suggestions of what would
really hit that spot HARD and soon
over and over and over by her will and spirit
and natural olive personality, inner lit

alone here banging with her left behind
silks and stiff toy, batteries rotated from
one to two then back to multi cell
extravaganza and ending;
burnt marks on the road where
we twirled, scorched divots in the yard,
craters leading to here,
the same Fucking bed alone

wondering what flavor
ice cream
she brings

1-04

 

[annaswirls]

yes
by 2rivers ©

what that kind of kissing is called
your mouth a full bowl
with straw for making cheeks
hollow in sucking

cold hard frost

dipping deep, tilting darling
head back for better drink
from your waiting face
a stainless lit vision

blue frost light

12/01/03

 

[annaswirls]

index : Non-Erotic Poetry : womanly



womanly
by 2rivers ©

you have strong sexy shoulders
may I pour you a drink?
cow’s milk
would you like sugar with that
a hat on your hallway hook
meerschaum in your tray
a ring in your tub uniquely me?
my leg from behind
slid between

hopefully clockwise
at my orientation
equator tango crossing, now it’s safe to
twist that counter way

break me off
make a pain
for you to mend
I love pretzels, baby
don’t run so fast
don’t kick so hard
in-those-high-houston-boots
I want you

020404

 

[annaswirls]

11.02.03

high
by smithpeter ©

preen
claws, grip
single

alone but
welcome
held

ruffle
silk robe
poke holes in strangers as well as loved ones

the vampire researcher is an idiot
he says the goth clubs are cause
join the goth club, give to the goth club
eat a certified goth club member only
view goth club favorite television programs
sing minor, laugh at the funerals rolling

wait, we need to learn to sing
while Scottish goth golf links
saxonphone, hydroxyphone, hole in face,
88’s by roll, bass fishin’
cold fusion, ride another’s wake
so steal from the life
another is having
when
you
join the lower case goth depreciation society
no caps

a simple goth, a puller of a flower
not ready, sees beauty
silver, turquoise, anonymous
markings left behind,
a pretty sharp




11.03.03

happy sunday poem
by air2o ©

woke my dog
laying on his back
like a bat wing glider
masturbating against the thin air
his altitude thick
the atmosphere in room dissolved
cat was curious but non chalant
so sleep became order of day
that and being fucked by a stranger
met on the internet
here in my home
pointing at the ceiling
it's cracks



11.03.03

a real person
by air2o ©

come to me
display your bones
hold out a carpet
a welcome tradition
mat

i will add to my subtractions
before arriving
into your full all ready arms

those pair of flesh circle
me, my trunk, my way down

 

[annaswirls]

November 2003

I was going to syncronize and put up all November 2003 poems through November, but sidetracked. I already did the work, figured might as well put them up

11.02.03

high
by smithpeter ©

preen
claws, grip
single

alone but
welcome
held

ruffle
silk robe
poke holes in strangers as well as loved ones

the vampire researcher is an idiot
he says the goth clubs are cause
join the goth club, give to the goth club
eat a certified goth club member only
view goth club favorite television programs
sing minor, laugh at the funerals rolling

wait, we need to learn to sing
while Scottish goth golf links
saxonphone, hydroxyphone, hole in face,
88’s by roll, bass fishin’
cold fusion, ride another’s wake
so steal from the life
another is having
when
you
join the lower case goth depreciation society
no caps

a simple goth, a puller of a flower
not ready, sees beauty
silver, turquoise, anonymous
markings left behind,
a pretty sharp

11.03.03

happy sunday poem
by air2o ©

woke my dog
laying on his back
like a bat wing glider
masturbating against the thin air
his altitude thick
the atmosphere in room dissolved
cat was curious but non chalant
so sleep became order of day
that and being fucked by a stranger
met on the internet
here in my home
pointing at the ceiling
it's cracks



11.03.03

a real person
by air2o ©

come to me
display your bones
hold out a carpet
a welcome tradition
mat

i will add to my subtractions
before arriving
into your full all ready arms

those pair of flesh circle
me, my trunk, my way down


11.07.03

nothing like a good hang
by smithpeter ©

does it matter, the strength of this wire hanger
3/16 inch of hollow steel tube meant for winter sweater
but slung below threadbare commemorative t-shirt
soon rag?

does it matter the cold of winter is not like the feeling
looking over at sneers and snit though chilly?

on day of parade on a holiday that is exactly the way
meant
for roads that built and build for the march
the bands and A-plus routine that is patriotic.

the wire hanger distorts the contours of soft and fuzzy sweater all
over,
again the natural shape of my human shoulders overcome
this abomination and snit

when I smoked, snit spat to the earth made good points
of extinguish.


11.09.03

slump
by oxalis ©

scanty claddy
wand twixt folds
penumbra next umbra
totality, missing probe

crux of sloped surface
back bone
painted
length of limb

inner, the object
bliss and heat
melting emotions merge
our lava flow


11.10.03

cut rock
by oxalis ©

the geodes, shot glass’
holding perspiration
scraped from skin
during penetration long
held off

pure want
fire
humid
collapse



11.10.03

Cowgirl
by oxalis ©

three dimension thought
whirled, whorled
suddenly snapped expected
still surprise, calm shock
completely naked ‘sept
straw hat and brown
black bottomed boot
attitude


11.11.03

crew
by oxalis ©

our firm grips
match
you won’t drop
without intent

our duty
is your indulgence
crawl or stay between,
gentle lady

we drink you
scavenge your desire
propose you arch
at your own grace

gravity feed us
we lift you
have us cruel,
rough magic,
prurient street cocks

bought and paid for
pin point strikers
our rumor is true,
are you?

11.13.03

poem building
by oxalis ©

on the verge of a poem
like standing before a dunking
in ice cold 7UP
not making sense
my brain is a jerk
my legs are jealous
and my shoulder blades
are on timeout

sitting on chairs next to the poppy colored refrigerator
the reverse twins wear dunce caps
having no mouths and sharing one brain
the shoulders imagine what funny faces
they would make at the buttocks

11.16.03

'tionary thinx
by 2rivers ©

attended by good
affording a favorable
wrong

skin
to skin
that thing we do

late too early
splitting hairs
so let, so let

olive self professed
taking
in deep


11.16.03
mid november
by oxalis ©

perspicacious, not shrewd
his adore of able arms
shows
their scandal is truncated
by cleverness
sheer beauty
calculated nuance

they shaved as one
a touching risk
blood mask, ripe legs
he ponders, she looks long
down nose complete with flare
he dips and sways
she permits his explore



11.16.03

caveman and woman
by oxalis ©

bone home-

would kill one who
stacked three flat
pancake granites
the birth of religious bigotry
born before religion



collecting bones-

possessions slope up rock walls
no fire yet, cold dinner
same as leftovers, less flies
visitors BYO slump
scurrilous side glance
hunch



bone stone-

they won’t know
what
when it happens tomorrow
the round rock, the sparks
a hole of flint and sulfur
farts before progress



bone love-

she begs with a slap
he replies with the first
bone poem
far from onesies twosies
this milky way night, round hole
round peg

11.16.03


funked I
by 2rivers ©

Ruby is jealous
her whirl
our skirting

I, She
twirl
singular

the deep bass
no piccolo
our chests only



11.16.03

funked II
by 2rivers ©

making love
create a beat
deep

shut up world
be silent
night mute

the couple of lights
that blend make pure blue
a never extinguish kinda thang



11.16.03

citrus
by oxalis ©

I enter the room sheepishly
the man marooned, car dead, came last night
for rescue him and his child and Scottish wife
all a kilter

seams akimbo
we dance and sing
now danced and sang
bruises marks and scuff

being used
use me, put my face in it
his idea of phun
gotta jump?

the little girl
a ghost was
most congenial
she had history/legend

Scottish Wife was svelte
smooth and every organ
looked away
taste of Lime Peel

brighten day and rescue
the smart engine with plug
went them on their way
small and wife waved out rear window

he nodded into mirror
miles down

~~~~~~

now look
the blood stains only start at
dawn,
the maim and suck started mid day on the
what you call mid month
Nova Member
Ms She?
coffee please and I know you do not do that,
strap up and pray, sing in low voice till later,
I need your illustrations, your grace~

down in the basement
cobwebs
juice of spider
flies of occasion
nesting bat youth
with tattooed bicepual
thighs

”here, suck on this, it’s oxygen and it’s tube is brown for dirt, like in your garden, in your back seat, your mind and BTW, in cyber speak, there are many things… have you noticed? Okay, we need to save our lives. Hand me that strap. Hum a tune. Cuddle is fine. Hand me that strap and some fine.
Some fine.
Down into the deep dark we crawl. Damp and creepy. My long ears itch. Your noise is welcome. Give me the drill, please. You are so seductive in this
deep
cave
light”

two ears long
listeners of all wave
lengths horizontal
whiskers

~

it’s over,
bunny saunters left
a red wine, cold guns and bullets
just a sip that lasts
all a day
all a day

his kiss is obvious



11.17.03

fiery
by 2rivers ©

art of heart with wings
nothing left but good bye
small heat becomes great
tinder and flame

11.16.03

like know
by 2rivers ©

love and celebrity
don’t consider us
we are pretty
we are as sad
orgasmic

love a celebrity
consider us
we aren’t pretty
sad is
orgasmic


11.17.03

how can I?
by 2rivers ©

not next to you
not near to
no smell of you
your arms
your fancy kick

oh wish and held
a pole for rubbing
making shiny
penny rubbing tunes
ruby runes

let me
have me back


11.20.03

Hotel
by 2rivers ©

check in, turn on the radio
set alarm
go to reception

return full of appetizer
log on laptop to house system
take a photo sitting on bed

think about special
curl my lips in the mirror
flex and marvel

consider bath without bubble juice
look at tub again
there must be three whirlpools here

I don’t relish running down halls
from cruel children making fun
of my bruised chicken legs

in the wet there are swirls
vortexes because hand waves
I love and drift with them

take a photo run
to tub and plunk
all pink and giggles like a real man

the popcorn is pre orange
it smells like a painted snack
tastes like heaven

a mistaken swipe
of a hotel room key card
her mistake, Val from Dave’s agency

she says sorry,
I forget her name
Bev is not right, she switches on TV (loud)

this place is like a tunnel with a view
roses on lone length, imitation pleats on the other
one could stumble in the dark and end up wedged

Arms folded,
legs crossed hours before sleep
doing a good job of cutting off circulation

one of those bumpy Midwest
ceilings, halfway to Superior,
words in the Dell this night


11.22.03

five little stars
by oxalis ©

we run up
down the Ave.
dive to scoop ditch

spectral with finish
grinning beginning

wagging tails
slurring vision
in night, because of night

the heirs of night
and attitude
whom have
full light, new night
owning big huge
many million candles
occupy at last

lastly:
just us ditch sprites
so longer, never ending
in earthly dirt
or universal dust lasting
dance, reflect, genuflect
reject and move the spirit
upon wheels of ether and fire

11.22.03

recall
by 2rivers ©

temptation
heat felt pulse
wrist, ankle, knee

spot below ear
and memory
maybe never before

eager entry
sluggish retreat
sate recollection



11.22.03

Dog Hotel
by 2rivers ©

dogs in berets
smoking long cigarettes
dashing hash ash upon plush carpets
of connoisseurs

they beat with all fours
a tinkle, a sprinkle
a full load of howler
a call for more sours

black velvet collar steps
like non other
she is not as sheep……
…ish as she façades

my dream ends there
my want ends never
dogs are not people
people are dogs


11.23.03

nourishment I
by 2rivers ©

holding down the “enter” key
has it’s way with ideas
cold shock, like my way of hiding
from the most best lady

just make her scroll way up
what a climb down that will be
the ladder that only exists
in clouds
in cartoons

just imagine
her silk parachute
lands her in striking distance
but rosy cheeked and full
of jack spice her wish to poke
more holes in me comes true

we push we shove
I hard butt down so she
hands me
the welcome of power
we share breakfast
eggs with tuna
her and I eat as well

-eggs and tuna
-eggs and tuna
-they shine and gloat
-pick each other
-remove each others shell
-hide and scales
-so we bipeds may be fed
-they deceive us
-it’s not the same we eat
-they dance and frolic
-tango, disco, bar room quarter plugging
-system sexy prance and nickel chasing dime
-they seem to always tongue in rhyme
-in dark corner, Sergeant Bunny senses crime



11.23.03

asking
by 2rivers ©

blindfolded
asking for it
fully dressed
sheath enclosed
cocoon skinned

twenty zippers
to mount, all fabric
that squeaks

many more seals to breach
this is THE hunger worth
pursuit

11.23.03

Cat Hotel
by 2rivers ©

she lusters where others prowl or skirt
near bodies of deep
chaise arm sprawled
svelte, olive
clad black

low nocturne whisper
from away down
narrow hall of doors
windows fog

tangled tossed sheets
fur rubbed all ways
lipstick, nails
charcoal gray
scratching

marred for passion
he begs more for more
gentle, clutch or rough
and tell
a rusty hinge,
a bent screw
at the Cat Hotel

Ruby purrs
she licks her own
paw, flicks her
long visible silvers
for his attention
her glint, her sheen
his swan

11.27.03

regime
by 2rivers ©

early morn
unsleeping
not asking
just lizarding
training tongue

movement of tail
hip to border back
to hip to edge
back to edge again
brinking rim

off to the south my flutter flies
a cool landing in moss
gentle breeze
warm wetlands
nourishment of all life and limbs

inner space
the place inside
head where notion dwells
weaves and quilts
geometric designs on you


11.27.03
body
by smithpeter ©

the full substance
the meat and tender
well to warn blades
of grass and leaves
and stones they
shall
crush and be ground

down a slope gentle
to rush, more flow
than churn
to field edge and meander

11.27.03

commutation
by smithpeter ©

wave lengths
set the distance between
my lover’s sharp heels
and the base
of her dimpled spine

the cracks at our grimace
show
light from friction
heat radiant
pearl flow recurring

minute blue sparks that tickle
cause us melt, re-thicken


11.28.03

for beauty
by 2rivers ©

acute pattern of ripples
chase schooner swift
of Port A cutting
to Port B with cargo
meant for draping,
wrapping,
cinching

pulling intimate to pier
Captain calls ahoy
to lay abouts
to fetch his dear,
for his fruits of
charm and anklets
silver beam will grace
her smooth and mound

flutes, hand drums and whistlers
follow her skirts
as she moves not
stepping but swanlike
to the wharf and her single
gift of ten fingered adore,
his bow is pert and lingers
her curtsy signals an hour
of gaze, full embrace