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... we took each other by storm, and
I was blissfully chastened,
god was astonished
while the wind, a mocking
ageless echo unwittingly
beckoned us with thunder
galloping apace the astonished and chastened night...
... in one blind stroke, the
lightning joined
us as one...
* * *
... what distillation is this?
its vapors writhing so delicately
above the thin-veined glass
of this vial trembling with such fragility,
is it poison?
must I drink it?
yes, I must under compulsion of
your unflinching glance - oh, now
I am dizzy, silly, giddy with
only wanting to tumble
into your arms,
such sweet poison,
antidote of a ravishing possession
riding on the gentle storm of our snores,
and silly me,
though what is that?
but your hair tickling my nose...
... give me more of that liqueur, and
yes, tickle my nose again...
* * *
... King Arthur had an enchanted sword,
do you, will it fell me?
come, let's ready ourselves
for embrace of the duel,
the nearest mirror recasts the
glittering joy of swords in our eyes...
... our eyes are the swords...
* * *
... I felt your breath
in the edgy delight of its
lemon flavor dancing on my teeth
and not waiting for the sun to leave
I sought a tavern at noon,
'what will you have?'
the shaman barkeep asked,
my finger traveled across the space,
and 'I'll have a draft of that spirit,' I replied,
he paused, smiled, I suddenly realized I wasn't drinking alone
in the breeze through the door,
you and I
commingling lip-red wine,
plunging, bathing, not leaving
until the sun again at high noon...
... and still I feel your breath
while spinning, foolish
and lemon-anointed, on the
edge of dancing teeth...
The Journals of Wild Poets
| Manna Mania Miscellanea |
| Journals - wrulf | |||||
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Written by Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus |
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| Tuesday, 23 February 2010 22:20 | |||||
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