Resten Swondo

I wish I could say how beautiful you are to me
But I could not taint the same lips that touch yours
With words that charlatans have well used
To raise them in favour for a time, wasted.
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What smile made this soul quiver?
Shiver on this day in her audible stare
Each fingertip touch made the world
Tremble at the thought of caressing
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A black stripe towards a horizon
Drawn in misted grey and vermillion
Fading into lusterless swirls on
A canvass drawn too taut on
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A wreath of flowers in her hair
Cherry and apple blossoms curl
The air into colours of wishes
Lying at her perfect dancing feet.
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From skyward peaks edging the land
Awash in cold misty blasts and snow
A babe in swaddling burbling spit
Closes its fist around sacred life.
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Afloat in a tempest, deep tongued kisses
Of ocean storming caressing waves, peaked breasts.
A gusty wind sweetly moaning, a trembling lover; -
Sail me across that pounding sea, that beating heart
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Creeping into your bower,
Pleasuring with expense,
Sparing no innocent flower
Or shiny minted pence.
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Julian ghosts wander perplexed in the forum; -
The dead statues of a pharonic general
Honoring a conquering god are forever gone.
The crumbling ruins foretell no golden age.
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In her day, she was nothing but a nice ride,
But she had been ridden into the ground;
She coughs and splutters among cats,
Her cold dream cracks a dry walnut dash.
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Humble men know their natural place
And place no store in self-conceit.
They live far from all vain deceit
And court the favour of divine Grace.
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Faith lingers a while, dreaming
Of loving sweet kisses
Roving in red passion.
Every lamp-lit e’en
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The clowns dance upon invisibility
their painted masks hide tears,
Do clowns not love
though misshapen?
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The rites of passage, broken on a wheel
Of populist displeasure, populism given
To coca-cola urges, Nike-driven coitus,
Distance between reality and self.
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Corrugated heaven,
The promise of a wisp
Slipped beneath shadowed light
Hooding thirsty, scouring eyes.
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A fig tree stands alone on the road
To Gethsemane,
It carries the curse of a savior
It alone survives.
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Never a kind word, never any praise or a dram
Of encouragement.
Each breath was a curse, a blasphemy.
No person found praise in your tongue
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God stretched me across the heavens
After He created the world so long ago
Such was the beauty of her heart
The serenity of her countenance
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My eyes gently rest on her beautiful face
And all the follies of the human race
Lay whittled down to the last twig.
It was not in some Divine order,
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She loves me for who I am,
enough to allow me to be me,
to live without pretense,
to simply just be.
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In a grove of hidden delight
My flesh tasted a divine urge,
The gods’ covet as their right;
Warmth in the cold earth.
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