Sensual metaphors

[basc]

who knew

it was not
to be
forgotten
but forgiven
sorrow

hear
--------
who are you
who am i
we see
together,if onlyfor awhile,
jump up turn around
let the oneness,become new

on sound ground
make your circle,go around
till you are found
no ties bound,only the sound
hear.....

 

[basc]

Come

come into my garden
smell the blue rain
lay down,open arms touch my soul
we are one ,being love
close your mind,lets explore,
only you i adore,
come into my garden,

lay down beside me
open arms touch my soul
storm pass my window;
come ,rooms are turning
love is burning
it is you i touch
sailing up to the moon
fill me,passion blooms
in my garden

 

[bluerains]

cosmic garden

catch a fallen star
descending in your garden
from the rain

plant the discharge
feel its glow
gush the ground
black wings sow

pluck the petals of
light with pleasure

recall the eye mirrors
reflection treasure
but,
don’t allow its beauty
to take root in you
blow its seeds to the sun

bluewords

 

[basc]

you paint

words of plenty!

your bosom to my face
lips upon your flesh
smell of passion,ignites my quest
drunken sweat touches me
awaken aura lurks
night of darkness calms

Bas-c

 

[bluerains]

words of plenty!

your bosom to my face
lips upon your flesh
smell of passion,ignites my quest
drunken sweat touches me
awaken aura lurks
night of darkness calms

Bas-c

night flies
light dawns
wisdom quotes
I write with a blue pencil

 

[bluerains]

come home

to the sea
with me
join my mistaken eyes
and set your sails southbound
and know a pineapple knows
who made it grow...

 

[bluerains]

prime directive

roots became retired
facilitating star beads
rulers disengaged

 

[bluerains]

eventide

awakening to a sea of tranquility
soundless souls
rechannel night swelled skin
traveling upon wisps of salty wind

freed thoughts crawing between
sweat and tears
uncry yesterday’s burden
framed between now and then

vivid vibes fracture time
songbird silent
manifestation defined as blue
mummers quickening familiar muse

questions arise of love’s torment
peace found in words spoken
reflection recedes
surrender decreed

 

[My Erotic Trail]

awakening to a sea of tranquility
soundless souls
rechannel night swelled skin
traveling upon wisps of salty wind

freed thoughts crawing between
sweat and tears
uncry yesterday’s burden
framed between now and then

vivid vibes fracture time
songbird silent
manifestation defined as blue
mummers quickening familiar muse

questions arise of love’s torment
peace found in words spoken
reflection recedes
surrender decreed

(~_~) always a pleasure to read you.....

 

[sophieloves]

like a drum left out
in the rain
the mind-membrane vibrates
to the touch of others' thoughts
absorbs some
of course

but when the
patter of precipitating thoughts
tattoos too fast
too persistent
like a drum-skin in the rain the mem-
-brane stretches
there forms a puddling of thought
a bowing of perception
and soggy skin no more responds
tympanically to all that should
so gaily strike a beat

 

[bluerains]

like a drum left out
in the rain
the mind-membrane vibrates
to the touch of others' thoughts
absorbs some
of course

but when the
patter of precipitating thoughts
tattoos too fast
too persistent
like a drum-skin in the rain the mem-
-brane stretches
there forms a puddling of thought
a bowing of perception
and soggy skin no more responds
tympanically to all that should
so gaily strike a beat[/QUOTE]




banded strobes strike core
softly time whispers its heat
marching drum lighted

 

[bluerains]

hum

(~_~) always a pleasure to read you.....

and where is your pens these days...I wonder.am busy myself...with my new life
and friends...my muse has slipped into another ambushed sailor...but....am finding
new validation of love and light ...as the memory of me...shines into dimensions...
right ....be.....thus says the light...ty

 

[bluerains]

blue feet

Strolling from beach to boardwalk
we bumped.
Staring at my ankles
you smiled
and said
"nice thongs"...
Speedo’s
I think"!
Yes, I winked.
We blinked
watching your hand brush the sand
from my toes....

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Strolling from beach to boardwalk
we bumped.
Staring at my ankles
you smiled
and said
"nice thongs"...
Speedo’s
I think"!
Yes, I winked.
We blinked
watching your hand brush the sand
from my toes....

flip flop flip flop
blue shoe walk (~_~)

 

[My Erotic Trail]

sensual statements...


assume the position (~_~)

 

[bluerains]

matched sticks

and so it is
another time track flies
and as the sky
we gather like
impromptu joysticks
in game music
playing to the beat
of another term of sure termination
star charged voltage uplanders
singularized for ascension

Iwishfor

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I hope I interpreted your poem correctly.... life?


it is beginning to look a lot like christmas! (~_~)

 

[bluerains]

I hope I interpreted your poem correctly.... life?


it is beginning to look a lot like christmas! (~_~)

viability = ?

 

[sweet GA peaches]

It is February...

viability = ?

And the rains
rust
into tiny pools
of rememberance.
Cool ice cast.
awaits the taste
of springs
dew drops
on tulips
pushing persistant
through snow.


Missing the rains,
where all is nurtured,
and knowing without-
a seed will wither

and die.


hugggs.....
sGp

 

[My Erotic Trail]

viability = ?

hold on...
I'll go look up that word <grin


....lips (~_~)

 

[bluerains]

And the rains
rust
into tiny pools
of rememberance.
Cool ice cast.
awaits the taste
of springs
dew drops
on tulips
pushing persistant
through snow.


Missing the rains,
where all is nurtured,
and knowing without-
a seed will wither

and die.


hugggs.....
sGp

while being ginger jar impaired
age dismantles me
endlessly eyeing my fortune cookies

 

[pellso27]

starting gate

 

[bluerains]

quiet hears a lisp
prayers are shaken
I think I might want to listen
but, the rain washes
away the noise

 

[RhymeFairy]

playing with words ...

washed away
by the quiet time
between sunrise and sunset
when all hell breaks loose
wishing to turn back time
grab my man, run

through rain, sleet and snow.
enjoy the quiet, relish
what is sown. regroup and come
back, stronger, mightier
ready to take on the world.
just remember next

time-
when all is quiet, mice
are asleep. tip-toe in
slide beside, slow kiss,
tender touches
sly of hand, sleigh
this beast. for one
never knows
when the rain
shall wash away
again ....

 

[RhymeFairy]

I ran across this and thought it quiet beautiful. I also thought metaphors ... Blue ... So I am lending it to you and yours,



THE DANGERS OF METAPHOR

Metaphors are not to be trifled with.
A single metaphor can give birth to love.-Milan Kundera

The day when the rainbows came,
I was running up a steep hill toward you,
and, looking up to find you there, said:
That rainbow looks like a halo
around your head. These
were my first words to you
and, ever since, I have held you
against the sky, the way a man holds
a closed letter to the light without opening it,
and what I have seen there is something
I might want to open, carefully,
as if it were addressed to me. But
there are dangers in this, this beginning
with something as heavenly
as a rainbow. So I wait,
holding you up again each day
against a bleaker sky
and you become, this way,
less transparent, less embellished
by the numinous, but more real.
Last night there were no stars anywhere
and, today, desire's prism
held against the sky
yields only a pure white. In fact,
each day now the sky falls
a bit closer to you, merciful
as a guillotine,
keeping you earthbound, flawed--
a human thing only another human thing could love.

-Michael Blumenthal