September 24, 2009
I sat on the back deck this evening, listening to the sounds of the crickets singing, feeling the soft breeze fragrant with the magnolia blossoms of the tree I planted a few years ago, seeing the stars peeking through wide holes in the drifting clouds, and seeing reflections of lightning way off in the distance… [...]
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September 21, 2009
Her breath stirring expectant leaves that
whisper sweetly under warm
hymns of the cicadas
Building higher and more majestic her
voluptuous cumulus rises in a shuddering sigh
her face growing dusky with growing ardor
her ragged gasps ringing hot against my cheek
Thunderclap of her climax and silver rain laughing down
on this withered land, quenching my parched lips.
I turn my face to [...]
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