Nineteen Eighty-Four Series IV of XX

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gentle kisses lightly touch
quietly explore
arouse the senses
melt into the delicate
inner softness;

two fingers respond mutually

not denied

uncontrolled

in complete harmony

with each other;

swirling wind outside

creeps inside and

to an upstairs room

and the two forms;

unaware

huddle closer

enveloped by the house

and its emptiness;

hands slowly feel their

partner's surface

press firmly

reassuringly;

his legs forces its way

between her legs

they pull together

tightly

as if the two interwoven

figures are one mound

of sensuous flesh

and the world outside

is obscured by the

totality of their involvement;

their passion

their longing

joined at the waist by

an exclusive desire,

                                                               ageless...

                                                      relentless...

                              forged and reforged

                      molded and shaped

                 lifeless in its

         unannounced attraction

yet burdened with the

love that last a lifetime;

consumed in a 

protective womb

sterile and void of reality

except the reality

of the moment and

the sweet smell of 

lovers who rest motionless...

in each other's arms

and gently release 

their spent passions

in quiet circles,

traced like ice skaters

on their partner's bodies

as it emerges and

returns to its own space.

November 7, 1984

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two stood together

motionless...

transfixed...

by each other's captivity;

his woman

her man

sealed forever in a

bond of secrecy,

a desire so compelling it

must often be denied;

her touch overcomes his foreboding

while his will shatters her

reality of love;

refusing to escape

each other's powers

they struggle against

love's demands

remaining willing

yet helpless...  caught in the

embrace of passion.

October 22, 1984

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the moon shines clear

in the valley and the

night air bestows a 

coolness on the shoulders

of the trees whose

leaves are beginning to

show their fall colors;

a stream from a nearby

pond meanders its way

towards another pond

whose layers reflect

the moonlight and the

pines along its banks

reach deep inside its

calmness as if bottomless;

nature transforms her days

into serene darkness as

her beauty caresses our

visual inspections of

her peacefulness, and we

shed countless fears,

walking upon her back or

gazing at her evenings.

October 7, 1984

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alluring memories we again encounter

noble efforts to regain our youth

nebulous and offered in timely fashion

internal struggles that strengthen wills

vital to our courage and patient determinations;

envelopes of emotions draped around us 

rescuing abandoned hopes and values

surreptitiously ignored while "rights"

surrendered along the way replace suspicion's

mistrust ruining the honor of longing

to be loved as we celebrate annually.

October 4, 1984