Secrets lie untouched, so deep
inside hermetic hearts,
waiting to be released, and free,
to find their counterparts.
Mine is as still as an ancient stone
yet softer than the smell of the sea
And he who unlocks this cryptic chamber
shall always be one with me.
Fissures small can rend a tear
into a splintered part-
so seal it softly with a kiss
and protect this hermetic heart.
IT SEEMED SO REAL
Your thumb rubs softly on my bottom lip
Your lips travel down my neck in gentle bites
Breasts cupped in hands
Groins pressed hot together.
Turned around-
Burning lips at the small of my back
Fingers kneading buttocks
and stroking thighs.
Gasping, groaning
howling at the moon
like crazed desert animals
taken to the edge again and again.
I wake with your smell in my hair
and the feel of your mouth on my breast.
I slide over in bed
into emptiness.
Another night, another dream
Another morning
with clean white sheets.
SCARLETT SINGS
Oh Rhett,
the southern lilt of voice
brings the dogwood to bloom,
Your stories are sweeter
than the cane in the fields,
Your touch softer
than the cotton at harvest,
Your kisses more refreshing
than cool sheets on a hot summer night,
Your hugs tighter than a corset
under a pink party dress.
Atlanta may burn,
but never so hot as my heart
for you, Oh Rhett.
POET SPIT
The poets' words:
Drips from a leaky faucet
into a backed-up sink
one atop the other
spilling over to the floor.
Time to grab a mop
and clean up this mess.
VOYEURS BY THE SEA
I dreamt we were dancing
alone on the beach
but for voyeur brids watchng
as we swayed to nights' song.
The moon dripped warm honey,
sea breezes played hymns in your praise.
Waltzing in warm espresso sands,
you licked the salt from lips
while the voyeur birds watched.
And all nature cried in envy
as we danced our love dance
to the rhythm of the sea.
CUPID'S CONFUSION
I saw you on the street
and Cupid's arrow went astray
leaving me weak-kneed with heat
and dreaming of kisses
deep and piercing to the bone.
Your mouth meets mine
and you hold my heart in your hands.
Soft touches
feathers down my spine
velvet on my thighs.
I don't know you!
Cupid's confused-
These arrows are not mine.
TONIGHT'S FORECAST
You come in fast
one-two punch
power lines down
Flash floods in the east.
You come in hard
roofs off houses
a violent wind
Tornado warnings in the west.
You come in cold
frost-bit mouth
snowy eyes
Blizzard up north.
You come in hot
smouldering sex
Heat wave down south.
Unpredictable as the weather,
I wait for loves' drought.
PRAYER FOR A PRINCESS
BY Robin Leach
She stands on the curb in the rain
her orange hair bleeding onto her dress,
a broken, Italian leaather pump in her hand
the heel wedged firmly in the sewer grate at her feet.
One hundred eighty dollars literally down the drain.
In the glare of the streetlamp each thought in her mind
is clearly illuminated on her face
"God, some days suck
Italian shoes are highly overrated."
And as the street cleaners truck sprays her calves with mud
She proclaims her vow to the night-
"Dear God, please bring me a cab now and I swear
I'll never use cheap hair dye again."
Amen.
ABRACADABRA
BY ROBIN LEACH
Do you believe in magic?
I remember magic
how it shot from his eyes
neon arrows in the dark,
how it came from his fingertips
electric sparks on skin,
how it flowed from his tongue
woven baskets of love.
I've seen magic
watched a man disappear
right in front of my eyes
gone in a flash
and a puff of smoke
as though he were only
an hallucination.
I've known magic-
been fooled by sleight of heart
and the lie that is quicker than the eye.
Been sawed in half-
left with invisible wounds
and nothing up my sleeve.
Still, I believe in magic
it's in the power of desire
and the quickening of the heart
in the anabiosis of love
and the resurrection of the soul.
Do you believe in magic?
AT THE CARNIVAL
BY ROBIN LEACH
On the midway
men in muscle shirts
sweat in the midday sun,
their tattoos dance
on bulging biceps.
Barking at the girls,
"C'mon Baby, take a chance!"
The rides go round and round
as fortune's wheel spins
and the brown-legged girl
with freedom in her eyes
takes her chance.
As the tigers roar
and the elephants trumpet
the girl gets a taste of the wild.
So tantalizing, so sweet
fevered promises of tomorrow
and declarations of love.
But tomorrow comes
and the tents come down
on the brown-legged girl
with betrayal in her eyes.
It's an annual event-
The carnivals in town!
And the brown-legged girl
with longing in her eyes
searches the midway
for one last chance
at the carnival dance.
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