Tuesday Night Post #23

Lovers, 

Tuesday night, hope your night is well.  For the few that stumble onto this let me know your thoughts if you are not to shy.  In any case I welcome your eyes.  May we welcome what deserves attention but seems full of madness and let us reject what needs culling, these things that look so alluring.  Making perfect squares that have no corners let us make love to that part that is reason and make friends with what is intuition.  Intuition so often seen as wild at heart.  Yes, maybe but, the most wild beast have control and finesse.  Have you seen a bull in a china shop?

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Spit and Thorns

(Stories of the Two)

With an excuse was my choice

To give u my voice

With a coffee in hand

I tried to make u my friend

In time I could not fight

The feeling that felt so right

In your presence I rode on your smile

In the abscess grew a child

A self-refection of the loves I formed

In hopes one would be adored

I made my love, a juvenile lust

Formed from dirt and rust

Now she’s old and grey

I hope she’ll stay

Always the angel rite

You kept your distance tight

I tried to spread your hand

Putting mine in the red

True you were never near

Enough to let this thought appear

I feed my love with simple hellos

Inviting all the woes

I made my love, the one with horns

Formed from spit and thorns

Now she’s old and frayed

I hope she’ll pray

A chance occurrence

Tested our endurance

As I sat in that room

I soon realized the electric cloud that loomed

An awaking that told me

You also wanted to hold me

Always the dark angel

Loving to endure

You made sure every second counted

Until you yourself could not doubt it

I made my love, the one so sweet

Formed from cold and heat

Now she’s pleasure and pain

I hope she’ll lose her distain

I stand on a log

Rolling, I on a jog

Holding something small in one hand

Something heavy in the other my head pouring like sand

She rides on my shoulders my lover lost

In the dreams, this was the cost

A fireball

Surged through me from the fall

Heaven sent to aid my rule

The self inside this mule

I made my love, the one I lost

Formed from our different parts

Now she is he and she

I hope she’ll become the three

In extremes we found

That love is profound

She left me light

Which emptied blight

Left me with knowledge that in that flash

Vivid and bright left a pile of ash

With two extremes

We find the beauty in between

I made my love, from a lifetime of loneliness

Formed from profanity and holiness

Now she’s horrid beauty

I hope she’s found a residence in human’s cruelty

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