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*elroyhavoc

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Poetry
The Heart Can Only Glow Below the ankles:
iced orange and amber embers.
Legs are ash frosted, blackened timber.
My entire torso
Is incendiary conflagration
tips licking and lashing
at the cool night sky.
The moon’s moccasins
sweep the soil surrounding.
The mountains loom like
Zeus and his cabinet of gods.
The wind whips through,
fueling my ecstatic delight.

It is a good night!
for a ride home through the valley
from the cold concrete curb
of her apartments;

and sent away with a kiss
from her voluminous lips?

The heart can only glow.The Heart Can Only Glow by *elroyhavoc
Delicate State Two shooting stars,
one forbidden kiss,
a swarm of regret
(but not really.)

Well, only because
she kissed a fool
and became one herself
in doing so.

He said the stars
don't shoot
for everyone,
but that was
a lie.

"I want to kiss you,
but I can't."
They lay together.
They lied together.

So a bubble was blown
despite a short
life expectancy.

It popped on it's own
because bubbles
are not meant
for this world.

They are
fleeting wishes,
passing fancies,
somewhat secret,
logically flawed,

but,

standing alone,

they are

pure beauty

in their delicate state.Delicate State by *elroyhavoc
We with Crushes We with crushes,
Us luscious love lushes,
Our harbored wishes.
Hearts tugging
At our wrists
Beckoning us to
Shaded places.
The shimmering sound of
Gold, orange, and yellow
Leaves
Weaves
Us a hammock
Of dreams
So sacred a secret
Untold.
Unfolded arms
For future embraces
Speak the unspoken
Spirals
Of a bentwood rocker.
We love like our mothers.
With closed eyes,
Singing.
Warm cheeks
Awaiting the swaying
Of that
Life-long-soul-mate-slow-dance.
So let the cliches
Crackle beneath your feet
As you cast your fears aside.
I am here, now.
Dance with me.We with Crushes by *elroyhavoc
The Magic Hours During the
magic hours,
when
tongues tasted
delicious lips
and soft palms
skated over skin,
a blind mind
let a heart lead
and oh, how it lead.
Your fingers read
my body like braille;
touching
flame to fuse
so I might soar
skyward
to burst among
the stars.
My sparkles now know
their residence
where they patiently,
infinitely
shine;
awaiting thine-
eyes to rise
and observe
your private constellation.The Magic Hours by *elroyhavoc
Poetry

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:iconcyclist74:
Mood: Love ~cyclist74 Nov 20, 2010
love your shots.
keep it up.

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- dont hide your light under the bushel

- Only when the last tree has been cut down; Only when the last river has been poisoned; Only when the last fish has been caught; Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.
Proverb, American Indian
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*elroyhavoc Nov 29, 2010
Will do! Without a doubt! :D

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