Tathagata
Lazarus Monkey
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- Feb 10, 2004
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WickedEve said:You better be planning to submit this!
everytime I see that av eve I think of the Dave Matthews song
" hike up your dress a little more and show the world to me"
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WickedEve said:You better be planning to submit this!
(Tess' thread on hurt'n gave me the notion to go back a bit and dig something up.)
Angeline said:He is blind. You outsiders see no more
than him. He is made blind by ice, eyes
filmed and in his heart a shard rent
between logic and love, given over not
to sadness but emptiness prevailing like wind.
Once his smile bound up their garden
in a parenthesis of tenderness. This is how
flowers bloomed, spring swayed. Once
a rose lay unfurled between them
like friendship. She would cross rivers,
drop her dread over boatside, walk
alone over forest floors if only
the stones would part. If only she
could breathe that empty air,
she’d outsmart all nature, let leaves
green again, give her shoes away
to a tattered child promising clarity,
a path into the glaciers. She would believe
even when every petal warned her
not to follow north to the heart of winter,
where the queen reigns in frozen remove.
She would believe still that every endless
outcry of storm ends in morning breaking
sunlight over the soundless howl. His heart
might melt again. She would believe. Perhaps
she is mistaken. Perhaps the tune is unfamiliar,
and it is only her own echo crying. Temptation
caresses her face and she is fearless. Foolish.
Perhaps spring will grace his heart, thaw it
free of contradiction’s shadow. Perhaps
spring will grace the trail with light back
to the garden and the bench, freedom.
heheheAngeline said:welllll....
hoping you'd say that, I pmed ya
Tathagata said:hehehe
thank you
I'll peruse (sp?) them later
Angeline said:
(I hope I wasn't too pushy, lol--but I wil tend to chase my poems after sweet people who compliment them)
Syndra Lynn said:Boston brawler
poem scrawler
kiss me quick
take me thick
inside me
slide and glide me
in and out
my pussy pouts
and grips to hold you
have I told you
love to suck you
want to fuck you
Angeline said:Read to me
make my eyes saucer big
turn the comfort of bedtime
in pages of sheets
and mountains of pillows
make the words fierce as tigers
but drop your voice low
don't scare me too much
I might have to dive
to a cave of lids closed
lashes down or I might
have to dream
hummingbirds that hover
at windows while rocks
speak like rivers babbling
their secrets in your voice
in imagination that slips
like a veil when a girl
slips asleep raveled care
of stories knit deep
colored countries alien
almost real
Tathagata said:let speak to you
of ancient things
a time of magic
and endless reality
the world expanded
to realms unknown
and contracted to a single tree
of fairies and gnomes
and the spirit wind
who carries messages
among the forest folk
castles in tree trunks
and underwater chambers
where mermen dwell
and plan epic battles
dragons and wizards
dust covered journals
and powder in a skin sack
that glows when sprinkled
let me pass all this on
sow my tales
in your imagination
and let them ferment
and watch them rise
like funeral mist
up onto the land
and become the sparkle in your eye
( forgive sp and rhyme...i'm at work lol)
Tathagata said:next time i'll just nudge you
tarablackwood22 said:....bring another cup of coffee into the bedroom, would you darling?
tarablackwood22 said:How wonderful to wake up to this !!
Angeline said:Thanks Tara...and Tath! That's what I love about this thread--doug always made the best threads--we inspire each other here.
Tathagata said:In royal tents
sultans lair
you come to me
in gauzey veils
teasing and testing
my will
hips move like a lullabye
like a serpents head
and I am transfixed
and helpless
lips dark stained with berries
and eyes liquid
kohled and deep
immortal
breasts pert and full
ready to ween me
with the milk of sin
and seduction
we feed and fall
full on satin pillows
and you slip me in
to enternity
taking me in
holding me fast
you milk me
of all reason
and inhibitions gone
we strain to join
we attack
pummeling
hair pulled
flesh bitten
a final lunge
and freeze
and then i awaken
and you are gone
a scented mirage
in my desert
Syndra Lynn said:This is wonderful Tath!
Thank you.
Syn
Syndra Lynn said:yes
come hither my love
let me hold you
against my breast
suckle my flesh
as you torment my mind
yes
I have you here
voice only, but
it's all of you now
filling me
fondling me
yes
your breath on my clit
your fingers inside
you throw me over the edge
come along for the ride
flushed and sweating
yes
I lie alone, trembling
in the afterglow of your
words
the mind is the most
responsive sex organ
yes, yes, oh yes
Tathagata said:man
you are on fire today aren't ya??
Syndra Lynn said:Can I borrow your hose?
Thanks, T
Syndralicious
Liar said:life
on an optic wire
keyboard kisses
clash byte by byte
we lean forward
to see
if a speaking screen
can intend as much
as for real
and any stir
every impression
sinks in
straining the chord
so much more
until the nexus
fragile in this
no mans land
snaps
tread easily
my friends
and don't lean in
too deep