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Ferocious In my dream I am a fox there in a generous field. You step forward, past a procession of women, seeing through snout and claws To my essence - my marrow. At dawn we would, each of us, rise from our haunches, Look through the wall of glass That breaks apart Our two worlds then loupe away Unencumbered but together across the great Earth's body Silently, imagining my skin bleeding long bright flags upon russet fur, That's how I long to cross through this partition My bitter song - a prayer To the bare-faced moon I sing as I sit, Fingering stones, begging them to heal, not me But - the dry mornings and the yellow nights you serve penitence I am a fox, and I tell myself Any time now we will rise and walk away from somebody else's life - any time. I tell you now it is not the ferocious animal blood I pump You're hiding from It is the poet in me, The poet and the stories I could tell you about yourself. ---------------------- Image: "Kitsune: The Japanese Fox-Woman" By Kimberly Crick. Please check her website out. 'Enchanted Gal' is her domain name. She does really interesting and intense images that are half-way between being erotica and fantasy portraiture. Her "Eve and the Serpent," is also lovely. Poem inspired (in part) by aura_of_sex and his lovely post: [post 2407724].       |
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perfect way to start My Saturday reading... I have MISSED your works....... Greatly !!! I hope all is Well for you, MT .  Thanks for visiting me again. How have things been? Always enjoy your visits. Things are ok. Had a big adventure last weekend, but returned home from St. Louis with a cold. I'm just a itty bit sick now, but have been sick all week. Sorry for the delay. MT 
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perfect way to start My Saturday reading... I have MISSED your works....... Greatly !!! I hope all is Well for you, MT .
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Thank you as always, my dear friend J. More importantly... How is the grandbaby? XO MT I hope all is good for you. Hugs and kisses my great friend J xox
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That's what I read into it. Perhaps I was a bit off-course. Thanks! MT
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Dear Templar, Do you really find this poem erotic? That is an interesting read because I truly did not feel I was making something arousing. But yes I imagine the undercurrents of longing convey a sense of lust and desire. Is that it? MT
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You don't give yourself enough credit. Maybe we need to dye your hair fuck-me red too? MT
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thanks for posting this and the link. just had a deeper day. MT (kidding)
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Sounds like we just may be in similar places right now ... about the changes and so forthMT
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Dear Winged Victoria, It is my pleasure to hang out with YOU. It's not every day a person gets to meet a kindred spirit traveler/lover/thinker/advocate/creator/destroyer. Maybe I should have nicknamed you Kali? Deep Dish
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I will try to be more diligent about introducing new and upcoming artists I enjoy in this venue. Thanks for the encouragement! (Visual Arts Teacher at Heart) MT
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Amazing!!!! Your ways of saying your a fox is sooooo deep???? In my dreams I am always Skeletor and I take over Grayskull and bend over the Sorceress and Teela for sum nasty pooper poppers!!!!! MT
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You, my dear, make longing, yearning, desire..so erotic! I looked at some of Kimberly's work-very nice. Do you really find this poem erotic? That is an interesting read because I truly did not feel I was making something arousing. But yes I imagine the undercurrents of longing convey a sense of lust and desire. Is that it? MT
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beautiful..J xox More importantly... How is the grandbaby? XO MT
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beautiful..J xox
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9/6/2010 10:14 am |
Amazing!!!! Your ways of saying your a fox is sooooo deep???? In my dreams I am always Skeletor and I take over Grayskull and bend over the Sorceress and Teela for sum nasty pooper poppers!!!!! Dice has felt the need to improve your boring blog???????
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Dropped in to take a peek. I'm not really into poetry, but I find it where you'd least expect it -- the writings of our founding fathers for example, Abe Lincoln, and other historical figures. Here is one of my favorites of all time. It was written by Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee of the Royal Canadian Air Force just before he was killed in action on December 11, 1941: High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning blue, I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. MT
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Dropped in to take a peek. I'm not really into poetry, but I find it where you'd least expect it -- the writings of our founding fathers for example, Abe Lincoln, and other historical figures. Here is one of my favorites of all time. It was written by Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee of the Royal Canadian Air Force just before he was killed in action on December 11, 1941: High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning blue, I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
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Sounds like we just may be in similar places right now ... Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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9/5/2010 10:30 am |
thanks for posting this and the link. just had a deeper day. [post 2856614] This is the really small writing... in bold how 'bout RAINBOW colors?
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You, my dear, make longing, yearning, desire..so erotic! I looked at some of Kimberly's work-very nice.
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