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Colombina dances in white noise darkness
with her eyes covered and lips painted

she glides through my mind
dressed in a short skirt
and low-cut bead-buttoned blouse.
  strides laced in toe curling arousal
bring the house down
to a tongue waltz of oral ovation. 

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smoke my fingertips and drink my aura
for afternoon tea on Venetian streets
while birds and bees flutter in seesaw harmony.

shower under rose water perfume 
dripping out of cracked egg shells
onto your bejeweled gem stone 
gold leaf gilded mask.
        glowing porcelain skin
soaked with aromas
of a dandelion and burdock botanical tincture
drifting in the west wind
crippling my knees.

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last night i had a dream
where i kissed the black diamond ring
of the flamingo feather crowned queen
          & bending into clover pools 
behind a granite veil
i blew hubbly bubbly smoke
clouding the shy sky
as bronze rain melted into the holy grail.
         
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centaur art
  rips apart roman staged
hedonistic parade
a dart bursting the balloon
of comedy by pre-arranged serenade
witch saw the curtain call
fall on a saucy minx in plastic marmalade.

last dance
revolution
                mask trance
                evolution

knights gather around
blowing carved buffalo horns
        stunned nuns with mesmerized eyes
blink nine times
                              hypnotized
by the sheepish sound.                         

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           going down until the sun comes up

heads
              or
            tails?

       heaven is hell... 

in the sweet release of climax

            one comes to find 

       their mind-blown

striking balance in paradox