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Colleen — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 08:56:48 +0000

gentle wind on velvet skin
fertile moon of glow-stick blue
sated geese settle in beside the waving mirror

cool air caresses grateful lungs
gravel footsteps pass behind
hands entwine and then relax
a distant train howls unseen

a carp erupts and then returns
two travelers love without words

Colleen Miller 2-27-09

Colleen — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 07:18:27 +0000

Ivory skinned, doe-eyed devastation.
A slight tilt of her head elegantly murders time
she sighs
We again exhale.

Yet for all the grace in her delicate, musical fingers,
happiness seems to slide through them – unclaimed.

She runs from desire, but baits it.
It is her wound and balm.

So quiet is her heartsong
muffled by trivial distraction, demanding patrons
and whiskey-soaked comfort.

Though her true worth is in the melody,
she fears the fleetingness of form and
desperately claws for purchase.

To many, she is cast in marble.
flawless, feminine and frozen.

To those who listen closely,
she is friend.

Colleen — Thu, 15 May 2008 04:00:24 +0000

She calls me out to her
and I stand half-dressed in her wonder.

Just her smell is intoxicating.
salty, metallic and magical

She purrs and builds
and keeps us
right on the edge.

My skin tingles
every time she flashes.
and my toes grip the wet grass
as she screams her intentions
to take us.

All of my senses are filled now
and I must take shelter before
I come to harm, yet I do not want to move
from this storm.