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“It’s the sort of cageI could like!” with a sly wink
chuckled Captain Pike,
and Vina murmured,
“I suppose I should slip off
these strange silver clothes.”
She masked the disgustshe was fighting. Her gown lay
on the polished floor.
Pike had proven less
exciting than the creatures
caged on Talos IV.
From a guard she swiped
a communicator. Though
the signal was spotty
she got through, hungry
for what could sate her: “Please beam
more crew down, Scotty!”
((Wow. Did my haiku start this Haiku harem?))An old quotation
At the lips of her lover
"Friend with benefits"
A friend in need isA friend indeed; a friend who'll
Tease is far better.
An odd flirtation From her pale blue open lips
And delicate tongue.
Tongues and needles andA majestic lovely man
He sees a lady
No. It wasn’t justthat she knew me so well, knew
the ways to tease me;
she knew how to rub
on the petroleum gel--
how to de-grease me!
What I rememberedwere dust and thirst, her gray eyes,
the noon that brought her,
my heart a sudden,
wild cloudburst, my life spattered
with the rainwater.
The packing sheds rustin the August sun; nearby,
a squabbling of crows.
“Come for the harvest,
flaxen-haired one,” a voice sings
from the parched corn rows.
When at last night fell,Norma packed her suitcases,
nor lit the tapers.
Beyond the stone well
lay a life of strange faces,
of glass skyscrapers.
In remembranceforgetting is still alive.
Our past lives in choice.
The moan and sobbingof gats receded; silent
comes the final hunt.
Brothers in arms, no
fight conceded; enlisted
on another front.
Ryan, you've got the form down to a fine art; and the parallel layout of the two stanzas, with the precisely placed semicolons, is very nice.
Great way to start my day, everyone. Thank you.
Silent arrowheadsPenetrating fantasies
Cupid's dirty work
The town was aghastAt the rash of virgin births
After Cupid's drunk.
To be drunk with lovesounds so wrought with silliness
... could I receive it?
Could I be worthy?Of the golden chalice held
By such sweet fingers?
Midnights her lips soughta graven chalice plundered
from the dark palace.
With what thirst she drank
the nectar! Nor was she caught,
for who’d suspect her?
Her eyes now alcoveswhere rasping leaves rise and swirl
in a moon’s stage light,
her voice the low hum
of forgotten phone numbers,
she unclasps her hair.
"The low hum of forgotten phone numbers"LOVE that!!
Thank you, Rachel and Alex and Ryan! It was what came into my head this morning about 3 a.m. when I couldn’t go back to sleep but was too sleepy to get up.
Within almond poolsbeneath parabolic brows
I swam forever.
The lake reflecteda cedared knoll, the streaked moods
of late-summer skies.
He glimpsed the goddess
who was his soul, in the depths
of one woman’s eyes.
10pm for me, but good morning to you too, M :)
Her eyes reflecteda bearded troll, of dark moods
like slate winter skies.
She glimpsed the goodness
within his soul, past the depths
most women dared pry.
Best I could come up with to match your 'cedared knoll'...
An insatiablelust for control coldly lit
the eyes of the troll,
who unctuously sought
to enter, suavely masking
his gooey center.
Lol! Excellent M. Great sequence Ryan and M.
Like caramel cream
His centre pleased her young tongue
And beckoned her in.
He beckoned her inBut she couldn't pay the toll.
Her soul was the price.
she walked on eggshells
as she pressed on forward to
a life with no stops.
as she pressed on forward to
a life with no stops.
Pressed against the wall,Eggshell fragile; broken heart,
She crumbled, broken.
cracked limbs failed to mend
on its own; heart made of glass
doomed to be dethroned.
on its own; heart made of glass
doomed to be dethroned.
There was no momentshe could be in, with herself
or with the others.
Instead she wandered
a strange landscape where twin moons
hung in the evenings.
Standing on tip toesCherry blossom arabesque
Reaching for moonlight
((Absolutley GORGEOUS, Ryan!Guy. I messaged you back.))
Blossoms fade away
Like the summertime of youth
To wrinkled, grey farce
Thanks :) Beautiful continuation, Lil.
Petals flit with gustsThat lift and twist and spiral
Detritus new born.
[[Lil, will respond when I have a breath. :-) ]]
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