between
her legs in the
dank,
musky swamp, moving
in
and out like snakes,
exploring
an ancient skull in Egypt,
moist
and sticky, they are
brought
to her mouth for cleaning,
performed
ritualistically
as
the time lessons and
the
erotic feelings increase
and
heighten throughout
every
fiber, muscle, and
nerve
ending of her body;
returning
to the swamp,
her
fingers probe and explore
its
depths while the fingers
on
her other hand gentle
stroke
the gate keeper, who
so
graciously kept her
legs
widely parted for access;
her
back arches high
her
legs extend
tense…
and
open wide
her
mouth opens and
long
orgasmic groans
escape
without a trace,
continuing
their erotic utterances
until
the quivering convulsions
and
the heaving ceases.
3Jun14
the
day has started much
like
any other day her on
the
island with the exception
of
the heavy rains falling outside,
just
outside our bungalow,
feeling
somewhat fortunate
that
our first week here was
warm
and dry and nothing
short
of what we expected;
dark
clouds cover the sky
in
all directions like is
described
in the Wizard’s
Tale
about which I’ve listened,
and
I too am like those described,
on
a fateful and inevitable journey
taking
me to the end of life;
birds
fly the currents and
bushes
let their branches
sway
involuntarily,
imitating
the nearby palms who
have
lived here much longer,
and
the morning sun peaks
out
from behind the darkness
and
boldly announces her arrival.
3Jun14
the
waves are mesmerizing
the
sun electrifying
the
gentle winds hypnotizing,
providing
reassuring calm
to
those who can stay…
and, those who cannot,
return
to their cities
to
their jobs
to
their obligations,
that
control their lives and thoughts;
a
subtle truth emerges that
can
only be enjoyed on vacation.
3Jun14
the
maker of truth
sends
you peace and joy
and
resolve in
what
you do,
knowing,
it
is for the good
of
the whole,
not
the one.
3Jun14
he,
who has the power
wins
the wars,
writes
the truth
by
which
we
all must swear;
and
none
shall
question
the
wisdom of
this
truth,
even
when we know
it
not be so;
the
heavens are a
mathematical
truth
about
which
we
know very little,
still,
we
accept those
truths
until
proven otherwise,
so
here too
should
be the same
and
so
we
must wait
for
this
never
ending truth
to
unfold.
3Jun14
she
lives on the back porch
of
my mind,
in
an imaginative envelope
that
was never mailed
and
I call upon her
from
time-to-time
in
the hopes that
she
will suppress the
feelings
that
at
my age should
never
be present;
and,
she
remains there
ever
present
to
be used when needed
because
it works.
3Jun14
feelings
can come
at
any time
and
erupt…
into
a foolish display
of
emotions,
putting
us all in
vulnerable
positions
and
opportunities
for
disappointments.
3Jun14
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