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Bed Magic
Snuggled in my bed
Wrapped in its enfolding warmth
Alarm jangles me
Drifting in the Netherlands...
Drifting in the Netherlands, in the thick, grey, clammy mist
I woke suddenly to the low moaning of siren-song
Clammy fingers of fear, gripped my heart
I stumbled, struggling to keep balance, hold my soul...
My brain wasn't firing on all cylinders, sporadic power outages
Flickering off and on, stronger each time
The walls glowing bright-white, then dark after-images, blink, blink...
I'm baaaaaccck! Whew, now that was a trip!
Transient Photons
Within the morning’s glance you lie
Beside me in restful compose
While peeking through the bathroom window
Steeply angled, refractory light beams
Come darting through the door left slightly ajar
Exhausted from their journey of ninety-three million miles
Transient photons illuminate your supple form
My eyes are blessed by this sight as are my fingers
Who endlessly caress your outer thigh
Tirelessly chasing their own shadows
Leaving smooth tiny wakes on an ocean of creamy silk
THE MOUNTAINS I LOVE
Who made this spot for only me
To bathe me in the beauty of this land,
Where stately trees and sky are all you see
And you can feel the touch of nature's hand?
The everlasting sentinels of time
Wave in the clean sharp atmosphere above,
Dispensing fragrance born of sage and pine
Like Mother Nature's gifts of love.
Lost without you
Maybe
someday you will come around
to thaw whats frozen
since you left
I sow tears
in the white land
to reap your smile
warm like sunshine
but icicles grew colder
each and every day...
I wrapped myself
with the freezing wind
to reach across
the blanket of snow
to find you in autumn
with a hint of cinnamon
between fiery leaves
or to look in summer
with glaring skies
dappled in gold
still no hint of you
I turned back then
with ragged steps
The creep (alias Harvey Specter)...
got what he wanted at my expense.
Said crack fast talking
hacker and scammer
pulled figurative wool over my eyes
going incognito and speaking a clipped
English mien his disguise.
He appeared (rather sounded) genuine
after yours truly experienced computer snafu
(the Macbook Pro essentially hogtied
courtesy virus that disabled any activity)
even turning the laptop off then on
only wrought frustration to boot.