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Life is not as it seems
even though our hopes
are far reaching

Life is balanced
on a narrow beam
we must learn to
walk it

Life is not a cotton
candy floating dream
but full to the brim
with substance

Life exists
to fulfill God’s dream
only then
will be true happiness

THE QUEENS BEAUTY

Her neck weighed in as pure gold
Yet still so soft, budding as vibrant marigold
Her ears were pliant dusty apricot
Her teeth were restive pale daffodils set in stone
Her lips were valued rubies,
Multifaceted and scented like flaming dahlias
Her nose, keen to crossing winds,
As an orange sky perks up when the day begins
Her smile was sweet cocoa brown;
That’s stretched for miles and miles diving underground,
Unto running canyons that yield summer squash vegetation
Her fingers were roasted hickory,
Like slender terra cotta warriors
Her breasts were astounding as atomic tangerine
Her legs were solid Honduran mahogany,
Stable in their length, breadth
The custom hinges of each ankle were aromatic red cedar
The work of a skilled craftsman
Her toes were solid white oak,
Strong but fashionable
Even her toenails were adorned,
In finely trimmed layers of walnut
Tinged with Audubon russet

HEART SPRINGS

What color is the soul?
An ill-contemplated hue…
And which pigment will you find?
It’s understanding, far and few.

So mind not the flavor of skin;
it’s superficiality bears no part,
in reflections of the soul
that spring, from chambers within the heart.

HER HEART PRECIOUS

Her heart
was a red plum cherry
rapt with love,
pounding strong
like a drum,
sounding out
going pum, pum, pum

Releasing
an ever sweet essence,
the fluorescence of her
juvenescence

Her life blood;
precious, streamed like
racing cranberry,
but no soul ever tasted
a bitter berry

COMPOSITION OF TEARS

Investigate,
the intrinsic
content
of a rolling
tear

Examining
with care,
it’s splintered hue,
it’s inner composition

Determine
its source,
and consider
its position

A petite
extract
of raw teal emotion,
a salted heart,
liquid turquoise in motion

Contemplate…

If an artist
constructs
a picture,
worth a thousand
words

A single tear,
speaks of
ten thousand
more

If a skilled
artist depicts
a masterful scenery
that’s rich in color

A shed tear,
brings the
real vista

I’m
just a
Brandeis tear
drop,
settled
within a
humble
bucket

Well
absorbed,
by the crafty
tawny
corners of
opportunistic
rust

A
minuscule
slice
of
celestial
dust

Fallen
headlong,
into
a sea
of forgotten
kisses

Concealed;
deep within
the masses,
of Carolina
blue

Riding
the undercurrent,
of shifting
baby blue

CERULEAN SWIM

I’ve seen you
swirled,
in cerulean satin sheets.

But you wouldn’t
be complete,
without me underneath.

I’ve seen you;
naked, ready
with priceless rounded
beryl thighs.

A seducing glare
and lively eyes
disguised as noon day sky.

I’ve seen
the accidence
of sumptuous
sapphire
lips,

gripped,
tipped, gliding
with mine.

And I’m quite fine,
tasting a tint
of your brilliance.

Cover me,
wholly with azure,
the soft nature of your skin.

Let us begin,
a cerulean
satin sheet swim.

Swirling…

Let us be complete…

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