Book 14 EnSue
Do not assume
that the temporary
manifestation of
self deprecation
in response to the
absence of tactile
confirmation of attraction
is the norm
the caveman proclivities
have been subsumed
to conform
to the plan
of a renascent
well endowed man
and when you finally
take stock
and think
on the gifting,
which is the stronger
lasted longer
is more uplifting
soothing and softer
what let you swim
not sink
water or rock?
Rhetorical Riddle
What does a
strong, slender
intelligent
self reliant
woman of sixty
(with an underserved case
of heart ache)
do when a non adonis, loquacious
goofy word lover
lands in her lap?
It will dawn on you
as you make a sunrise
jealous of your hair
it is time to:
shake out
the monarch spirit
dry the wings
test the air
put a feather in your cap
be light headed
heed the need
to be profligate with your secrets
break all your wishbones
listen to another's
moonlit heartbeat
take a wide bite of melon
let the juice
run down your chin
take a chance
steal a glance
don't try to hide
the felon's grin
No more than a glance
sufficed to discern
though practically protected
by the widow weed
beach burka
window dressing
instantly recognized
as the woman past
regressed from
memory now
renewed
deshabilled by
second sight
recalled by
mutual attraction
I watched
a woman
disappear today
erasing her self
as she was putting
herself on
making up
blushing before
an unrecognized image
heedless of the faceless
beauty beyond the skin
warts and all
Simply by applying
the effects of Gaussian blur
while consciously
enlarging the pupil
the beholder can
simultaneously
keep in view
the age ravaged
time savaged
visage
and allow the inner
radiance to soften
and unwrinkle beauty
such enhancing abilities
require vigilant constant
super vision to offset
the delusional affects
of love blindness
moon burned
the pale pure
light clouded
by the inky tragedy
of two unspooned
and one spurned
from the hole in the sky
the encrusting frostbite
of numbing
unabandoned grief
pours unsuspected
stiffening separating
creating a newly orphaned
lover and love
Lady on the lake
living in a bubble
champagning up
increasing altitude
altering attitude
joining the frisson
of others effervescing
effortlessly untroubled
full moon lit the fuse
salamanders emerge
au pair
under Sapphobows
the last day of summer
the first of fall
an equinox is knocking
let it come
let it go
the best part
of the Bay's day
is the first ray
the anticipation
of the imperceptible
the uncertainty of the
inevitable
the sudden sense
of presence
at the entrance
to the doorway
of the day
do not dismiss
the chaste requested
first kiss
it was lip service
to trust
lust's negation
in anticipation
of passion's glow
smoked strong
and slow
tip of the iceberg
lip of the cliff
I am here
to raise you up
and rattle your cage
you are engaged to
soothe and settle
a testament to
two mettles tested
until alloyed
but never again
to act
our age
cobwebs blur the edges of:
the fireplace stones
four score ago
laid foursquare
and the passed voices
Grammy's winning
lullaby and Dad's
bad but good humor
the walls lean in to hear
families' familiar lumbered legends
the door frames sag
with the saga of each year’s growth
seasoned, creaking and comforting
blearing hard feelings to warm
hearths and hearts
In an aria
after the manner of Caruso
the marooned man
flutter tongues
on the long bone of a swan
fluting the last coda
in the lament for his lost Leda
caressing the stops
as the adoring bird
would her thigh
he sighs
eyes wetting
a crucified Crusoe
transfixed between
the waning moon
and the sun's maroon setting
bereft, watching
his love
raft away
we wade in
shedding our castoff
technicolor shells
on the shore
littorally denuded
stranded
we brave
the bracing wave's
line in the sand
In comber's cadence
they promenade unwavering
from plage to promontory
unguided in unbroken
rolling stride
driven to the repeated
self destruction of
frothing suicide
unrolling restless
trolling from trough
to peak
hissing, broken sighing
endeavoring to speak
of journeys quartering
before the freshening breeze
harried by ever following seas
the pantomime
of past lives
pulls heart strings
away from present
pleasured sentiments
puppetting
falsely urgent
through the sediment
long severed
phantom limbs in
panged reiteration
of deeply interred
mawkish muscle memories
that defy metaphysical rehabilitation
and parody movement
Waking to the beating
of the Red Drum
watching the desired fine blue line
ciphering the wrinkled life sum
just out of jest
yet with
sadly deadly earnest
inclining only to recline
in the dance of decline
led to our last
daily rest
risking my small all
in doffing the mask masculine
tossing it with a ring
without regret
into your omlet
egg basket
feasting on the mystique
after the feminine famine
sore eyes sated
sighted and delighted
in doing your lips
service
glass hammers
rubber nails
wrenched hopes carried in
bottomless pails
carelessly climbing
riserless stairs
wiser but sadder
on stepless ladders
in houses of panes
unroofed to rain
sharply speaking
jawless pliers are
veritable liars
unseen saws
in two way mirrors
despairing knives
toothless forks
unlived lives
with keyless locks
none are the sharpest
tools in the
handy man's box
of life's
trade offs
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