—so I took her to my masters swim meet… a pantoum

Her body swayed, night’s mistress, hips caged in silk’s heat.

I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.

A temptress sculpted by shadow, my goddess—complete

She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed.

I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.

She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin.

She grinned—my name...

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Her thighs, a moonflower opens—inhales the breath of night,

The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.

I lose the road—chest blooms, buds swell wet, her light—

Miles, a rising tide, lost at sea, her shore I can’t caress.

The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.

Buttons free her feral chest—rose in full bloom, my trembling fingers—moonlight.

Mile...

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Her gaze meets mine—where winter waits between breaths,

Firelight shadows slowly lick our chilled skin.

A fingertip hovers, trembling near lips—undressed,

Desire coils like a cat, silent—waiting to begin.

Firelight shadows slowly lick our chilled skin.

Explorers, bare as breath, past our door, trembling, new.

Desire coils like a cat, silent—waiting to begin.

Million eyes,...

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Her laugh, rain-soaked, cups creamy heated skin.

Together undress dusk, fingers white as steam.

Cold kissed our thighs—short cotton skirts, oh so thin—

Warm breath finds cold lips, fogged glass between their world and our dream.

Together undress dusk, fingers white as steam.

Our bath—hot, cold breasts-to-back, a drip, within my embrace.

Warm breath finds cold lips, fogged gl...

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A lone apple blossom clings inside sticky heat.

She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.

I press my thigh—her fleeting scent, without mine, incomplete.

The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.

She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.

I spread for her—hot breath, the mirror’s caress, skin wet as dew.

The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summ...

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I’ll catch you on the information super highway,

where the history of the future is written.

A world-wide wonder created for today,

they say our future is data driven.

If the history of the future is to be written,

this motor of modern society is the place.

Human destiny will be data driven,

in the digital networked cyberspace.

The motor of modern society is the ...

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You contemplate the birds aloft the cieling's aperture

They adulate your company

Yet you are not a flatterer

If naturally so uppity

Your adulated company

It might be worth a shot

You're usually so uppity

Tonight you're all I got

May be it's worth a shot

The crows commence to caw

Tonight, they're all I've got

Look there- that one's a daw

The crows ...

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In case you didn't know,
And so you will remember,
Just think of what you hold,
And here is something simple,

And, so you will remember,
I'm tying this string on your finger.
Here is something simple,
Of why you came to be there.

I'm tying this string on your finger,
And mind your mother,
Of why you came to be there,
Think why we took the bother.

And mind your mother,
When you l...

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what takes over,
mindless words?
whatever comes
of interest?

mindless words
are no surprise,
your interests
are on autopilot

it's no surprise
whatever comes,
you're on autopilot,
it's what takes over

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A butterfly flaps its wings,

A fluttering of wild intent,

As a wind stirs softly

Lifting up a fragile thing.

A fluttering of wild intent,

The mantis strikes swiftly

Lifting up a fragile thing,

Now it becomes dinner.

The mantis strikes swiftly

But fails to note the other

Now it becomes dinner

For a hungry forest frog.

It fails to note the othe...

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Excavating Aldgate Tube Station (1876)

Underneath the rat infested streets
dead bodies were piled high, row on row.
Enshrouded in their grimy, night-soiled sheets.
- thrown to the devils down below.

Dead bodies were piled high, row on row.
Plague pits rampant all around Aldgate.
Thrown to the waiting devils down below -
unmarked graves meant no one knew their fate.

Plague pits rampa...

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Jack

Stainless steel glistens in the gaslight

it cuts through gravity and sinew.

Whitechapel is mine tonight

nobody knows what I will do.

It cuts through gravity and sinew

when you hold it right.

Nobody knows what I will do

If you put up a fight.

When you hold it right

Just one swing and you are through

If you put up a fight

I’ll cut you in two

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