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MY GARDENER
Take me to the hills
The heights you know
Windswept with you oer me
The field you sow
My hair whips round
In your billowy touch
My cheeks burn brightly
kissed by you, the sun and such
The body embraces
This loving command
of my earthbound furrow
to heed Heavens demand
The seeds you've seen ripen
To blossom this hour
Bloom in total surrender
For you To Drink From A Flower.

 MY WEALTH
I have a fortune in my dreams~
rich ecstasy of purple harem~
languid notions of lust~
I come to know these~
as my elevation...~
my ascension boulevard~
a uniform inclination~
of preferable frivolity~
I dance in the veil~
a hypnotic reverie~
I play the ambrosial chords~
of my essence~
you see my dulcet capital~
as an effervescent sensation~
manifesting in my smile.

MY ABANDONMENT The wind swept over me and vanished, empty and comfortless now, No shroud of intoxication, No meaning to the void, Imperfect and solitary, I mourn the deficiency, the caress was no charade, but carnal and covetted, I am left vacant and vulnerable. Weary and wasted.

MOON BLOSSOM She blossomed beneath that moon her breath the dew Man moon beamed at her her petals curled too He lit her cooly his beam touched her well she spread herself Her lips began to swell Sighing pink caressed by white he caressed her to love her the night She swayed and swooned absorbing the gift his love lasted long but his touch was swift Alas she could not long last his supreme lavishment made her wilt too fast Her petals fell her pistils remained longing to last Much to gain He beamed her again caressing anew She took all from him then till he became a new moon too.

MY DESTINY Destiny is a devilish device. A twisting path through low hills, mountains, trees,rivers and darkness. Unknown predators creeping too detours in your pleasantries. Smiling cores we comfort in turn to hellish manuvers in man's demented land. Awash in preparations expectations, we rarely find the still hub, but rather look to the twisting deviations surrounding us. But what about tomorrow... and look how I spoiled yesterday. The path will never straighten, never widen. never be directed... for the journey would be Lessonless, Pointless, No cause... Not Destiny... Just a destination.

MY CHAT MAN Apparently it was time. He entered, greeted. I could not hold.. my need to know... No more than.. blood can be held.. from the heart. Emotions erupted.. with the blinding desire.. to bind him there, there where only I could feel his response. and know how.. he was meant for me. His name alone.. rang out to my being... the sound a summons to the depths.. if my soul's ears, a ripple acros my senses, pulsing in my veins. He knew it was.. this way too. No wind or transient mood... we came to the.. center of our web.