The paradisiacal realms
Every so often
in guided meditation
She'd take us there-
A place where birds
Sung their hearts out effortlessly
Plants danced at their song
Flowers and fauna bloomed in a
Prehistoric melodic fashion
Everything smelled of the most
Forlorn flower-sex imaginable
Flowers were the first
To have scent
To persuade all insects of their love
Each petal satin
In a myriad of designs
Colors and shapes
To fit any and all
Creatures lucky enough
To have wings
We know that even we are flowers
We hide it behind layers of clothes
Layers of make up
Leather shoes & socks
But in true nakedness
The kind that lingers for
Moments that yo on for days, months
And years
It's a mindset
The Snell of both appeals
Attracts the other huge flowers
Of the night
As the extinct birds ding yo them
We undulate in the night
Moving as the flora and fauna
To the song of the night
Falling victim to the
pollen and the stem
The ravaging smell
of delight
Slow Smolder
There is no fire
It would not be a state
of emergency
It was a slow Smolder
Which would last
The fires of coal mines
We had not even touched
But the smolder was glowing
Was enticing
Was smiling at my bed
He mixes me in his life
Intermingled me
Until i became
A shirt he was wearing
If be in his pocket
Peeking through at cafes
Where men were only allowed
Listened as he talked about me
How he knew i loved
How he described
My body to men-
Made them smolder
as well
Morrocco blue
The bath with it's white tiles
With blue lines
Filling the gaps
I've read this Morrocco blue
In contemplation of the color
Of enlightenment
He wants & knows
I want to see him
He knows i want to see him bathe
As well alone
With the water as my hands
He uses a bucket there
The bucket is filled with my love
Lathering my hopes
My fears
Upon the bucket pour
They disappear and form
My deepest wants
Needs
Why i strive for this bliss
In so many ways ?
Bliss engraved in blood
And vein pulsing within
He took piece by piece
Each kiss each
Each smile
Each piece of clothes one by one
Eyelids closing & opening
The slowness of time
Encapsulated
In voyeur discretion
The blue melted my eyes
What i thought was enlightenment
Was his naked body
In perfection
My body knew at this moment
Nothing else
Could complete it
Quite like his
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