Poetry By: K.Poet

WET DREAMS
(This is for you my Karla) 1996

There is no sweeter poetry
Than that which drips forth
From sweetened mouth
Curving sightly upward
To kiss mine-
Mmm...such a kiss...
With flowers
And
The forbidden combined-
Ah
What Spring nymph
Could ask for more?
And thus
She leaves me aching-
Rolled round
In white sheets
Of desire
To be wakened
By the bitter beeping
Of
The timepiece
Made
By man.

{ Night Proceeds Me } { Through Summer's Soft Rain }
{ My Blushing Bride } { Reflection } { Faceless Angels }
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NIGHT PROCEEDS ME

Night proceeds me-
Like time
With clockless hands-
Shadows of moon
Fall
Upon our santuary of love-
Leaves mingle
With matted grass
Where we once lay-
Whispers
Of
Our innocence
Still Echo
In the woodlands
Of
Our hearts...
And even now-
Night proceeds me.
1996

{ Through Summer's Soft Rain } { My Blushing Bride }
{ Reflection } { top of page }

THROUGH SUMMER'S SOFT RAIN

Through summer's soft rain
Touching my face
Kissing me
With nature's awe
I feel
The sweetening sun
Blanket
Warm flesh
Naked and free-
The tender
Feather grass
Is
The perfect shoe
That fits
This foot-
I raise
My hands
To the
Eternal sky
In declaration
Of wholeness-
In recognition
That
I too-
Am a
Wild thing-
A creature
Whose soul
comes back
To
The forest
To Merge
With what
Is written
In our
Spirit's
Book of knowledge-
Rather
Than
An inked
Science of text.
1999

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MY BLUSHING BRIDE

Moan and twine
Do we
In the naked
Ritual of love
Honey suckled
Kisses
Upon
Your breasts
I trail-
You wear
The moon
So well-
Upon your
Glistening skin-
'Tis a fitting gown
Of ecstasy-
My blushing bride to be.
No buttons
To undo-
And these
Are not
Man fingers
That touch
You-
Nor is this
Man mouth
That tastes
Your desire-
You embrace
The daughter
Of Artimis
Upon this night
Of passion and promise.
1995

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REFLECTION

I am
Part of
The soil
The light
The wind
And
The rain-
But
Twin is
Darkness
Sand
Stillness
And
Drought.
What thrists
My soul
No lake
Can fathom-
No light
Can warm
Nor
Darkness cool-
Know this...
You too
Are made
Of Earth-
And
Are more
Than bone-
Do not
Look
At me
With
Stale eyes-
and
Call me
"Heathen"
For
You
Smile
In
The moon's
Image-
And
Compliment
It's
Outlying stars-
Embracing her
Pale glow
Against
The mountains
And
Sand-
I am
Your reflection-
And
This
Displeases
you.
1999

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FACELESS ANGELS

We are all
Faceless Angels
Walking in
What
We think
Light is-
As the sun
Snubs us
In it's
Own
Egotistical Presence.

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DO YOU WANT POETS?

Do you want poets?
Dig past their graves-
And listen
To what society
Has forgotten-
Reinforce
Your ear
To go beyond
Microchip
And
Microphone-
These things
Do not bleed
As I...
Do you want poets?
See
The children
Running free-
Sunlight
Basks
In their presence-
Innocent hearts
Pure
And
Divine-
The song
Of
Society
Somehow
Weakens
It's notes-
When
Scraped knee dreams
Bleed
Onto
The pavement
Of life-
And
These children
Are left
To die.

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