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"The Virgin's Allure"Behind a cumulus veil She bats a shy eye downward, The twinkle there foretelling forbidden fruits That lie beyond the cloudy curtain; A wry grin, a glaring grimace, Possibilities seem endless Where mystery mars the honest truth. A northwind blows and peels away the shroud To disclose yet another. The cirrus cloak is thin But conceals her nature, Revealing the reluctant radiance of the female form. Her vestal visage casts coy glances Across a thousand worlds To a thousand pairs of eyes Too far away to touch."The Virgin's Allure"
by ~Dreaded1
"Leo's Mane Attraction"Leo, Lord of lions, Saunters forth from his cage Letting loose a right raucous roar As he steps up to claim the center stage. His keeper responds with whipcracks To quell that regal rage. The beast remains Prideful."Leo's Mane Attraction"
Stately He stands silent, Sullen but hardly tamed. The wreath of fire before him glows Like the golden-orange tuft of his mane. He takes a practiced pounce into The hanging hoop of flame, And emerges Flawless.
by ~Dreaded1
"Driving the Taurus"The flash of scarlet banner seemed As grey to Taurus’ simple eye, And the chant the spectators screamed Was as a thunderous reply. The time to face the beast was nigh. He drew a sword in his defense, As courage lied in short supply. A moment hung in mid-suspense And raging bull took to offense."Driving the Taurus"
“This stubborn man refused to die,” This to himself the brave bull thought. And with a hefty heaving sigh He gave the man what he so sought, A scar to prove that he once fought As did Orion long before. He too has reaped what he has wrought.
by ~Dreaded1
"Battling Cancer"Curious crabling scuttles ashore By light of the fresh-risen moon, A ripe sort of fruit no gull could ignore Nor ever would find here so soon."Battling Cancer"
Old mother-gull has taught well her son To fill the gaping hunger with his jaws, While mother-crab knows battle’s won Inside the gap between her claws.
Diving down to claim the fresh meal The gull gives squawk as if to knell. What tasty treats would he reveal While rending open Cancer’s shell?
The turning of tides is a blessing As crabling is swept out to sea Leaving the avian guessing &nb
by ~Dreaded1
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UndoneUndoneUndone
Six inch Stilettos, kick off my silver stilts
my ankles are worse for their wear. Slip out of my black corset, my body wilts.
The illusion was most unfair.
Bath of red water, I marinade in lies
as the color bleeds from my hair.
Reach for the container, and remove my eyes
whose green by nature none are heir.
Filthy brown towel, I scrub off my skin till the tan is no longer there.
Acetone so foul, peel back my nails again
as I try to choke through this air
Then wash the whole messy rainbow down the dr
by ~Hholche
This viviparous dayThis viviparous day gives us pause to reflect on so strange a thing that the Fates did select to plop out on the floor. Afterbirth milkshakes, caul chips and cord stew that's roasting on slow bake will create such a meal as never before. Did you not get the party invite on your door? We printed it neatly. None could do better than to celebrate your birthday by chewing old fetters. Your birth was all juicy and my cheeks it did squish; succulent babies are my birthday wish.This viviparous day
by ~rustandwine
CoordinorationIn the middle of a Trembling length of concrete steps, There lies my voice and, on either side, your ears.Coordinoration
On the top of the Plateaus of ash that hold me from oblivion, I read mocking scribbles of white chalk that lead the way.
Quietly, kindly, My voice walks unaware, Smudging a new gray pattern onto the black steps.
Move along dear words, One step, two steps, keep yourself clean One word, two, two, one, two, one. Ah it's easy.
Your ears take them in, And all is well on my little stretch of land Over the abyss; the deep, dark ventur
by ~niper
The AlchemistThe AlchemistThe Alchemist
A potion mixed of words, conjouring up a mist to softly wrap her shape.
Gleaming softly in dim light, more words he sends across, vibrating with promise: “For you you you are beautiful!” Applies sentences like reliable formulas, watching as the brittle surface of her self-trust starts to smooth.
Brushing off remains of gloomy days that had covered her in beamless patina, he sees his reflection in the shiny new skin, eagerly searching for that last ingredient
that will give a spark and light her eyes like a Bengal
by ~OracleGlass
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