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Circe
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Circe If I could I'd fill you with rock. I'd want to scrap out Chambers of tourmaline, Chisel them with these words and my wanting- That would be my way. To bathe you in mica. To caress your shoulders with feldspar. To slide blades of jade between your teeth. To push slowly one Than another rough-hewed Egg of translucent quartz or Decadent and soulful ruby, Deep into you... Stretching your gullet. You would expand Outwards like the rings of A sliced geode...as I'd feed you ballast, Comets' bodies, and Amber-bound fern fronds - That would be my way. Finally, my hand (as geese shoot across the sky) Would release, would Ricochet spray pebbles -and- They'd arch out, Dance churning the air with my Shoulder's push till - plop! Eager into your glacial coolness The black-green depths of you, An eons' worth of rocks... That would be my way. Down they would spiral, Ecstatically charging into it Till rings would echo splash outwards, Dizzying concentric ......................Applause How you felt it to be a flung wide passage- And how you feel it still... That would be my way. Sinking you down, bottoming you out. Kelpies might delight In tickling your face. Frolicking amidst Rotting bracken. And there you'd liken Them to otters or egrets. But you'd be a lake, Rock fed and unswerving... But they'd remain Kelpies, spying my murk smudge profile. Satisfied in your sunken consumption - then skipping - through the bracken, over logs and roots, they'd gurgle churn ancient songs to you. Because that's the way of kelpies. From the outside Each stone is a riddle, You find it silent- No one knows How to answer it. Sometimes it takes a Hammer to release. Sometimes it takes a Finely bristled brush Touching your nerves, Like flint chips slicing Off an ancient tool. Sometimes, amethyst murmurs softly sad, but she's elegant, and I understand her, because That would be my way. Within each rock, each stone, It must be cool and quiet For, stones sink Slow, unperturbed To the sandy bottom Where the fishes come And listen to nothing. It is their way. I have seen sparks fly out When two stones are rubbed, So perhaps it is not dark Within them, after all - At least I can say, That would be my way. "Circe" by John William Waterhouse       |
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May I now suggest you check out "The Snow Fox," "Sedna," and "Kiwi." I don't know, they just seem like they also would suit you. All a little pensive. All a little sad. But sexy and romantic. Best, MT
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. I can't understand why reading this made me rock-hard... It's also making me consider taking up a less sedimentary lifestyle. Please excuse me now, I appear to need to pay some attention to my serpentine...  MT
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. I can't understand why reading this made me rock-hard... It's also making me consider taking up a less sedimentary lifestyle. Please excuse me now, I appear to need to pay some attention to my serpentine... . Been a while since they last let me out into polite society. Resurfacing, catching a breath, & catching up.  And while I got my Broad-Brimmed Pimping Hat on, could I cajole all of y'all to Comment on, Alone In A Cloud? It's probably the best thing that I've written! Lately... .
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I LIKED THIS POST...... I didn't read it..... but I like you so....... WAS IT ABOUT SMURF'S????? But, maybe I'll do a homage to smurfs next. I bet smurf cum is blue too. MT
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3/20/2010 11:41 am |
I LIKED THIS POST...... I didn't read it..... but I like you so....... WAS IT ABOUT SMURF'S????? Dice has felt the need to improve your boring blog???????
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