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Touch
And yet– nothing is real.
I cannot caress your skin, memorize its texture, feel the heat of your manhood rising from my silky touch
I cannot kiss your moist lips, taste their essence, swallow Amrita with you
I cannot gaze into your hungry eyes and fall deeper, deeper, deeper drowning in the tempestuous pool of liquid blue
I cannot sense your trembling while you await my delicate fingers, knowing what they can and will do
If I want, want, want, you enough–Will it make it so, will you then be real?
So you see, you’ve ruined it now for me, for I’ve become a petulant spoiled child — I want it all, I want to feel, feel, feel
And yet– nothing is real.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
d’Verse Poetics: https://dversepoets.com/2018/11/20/poetics-desire-and-sexuality-in-poetry/
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Dinner for One
She sets the table with finest linens
she is famous for spoiling her guests
Beautiful silver laid in proper manner,
for her delicious friends, only the best
Once seated to enjoy the savory meats,
only then do they realize that they are the feast.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
d’Verse Quadrille Monday:https://dversepoets.com/2018/11/19/spoiler-alert/
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In My Garden
In my garden, I meditate to the sound of buzzing bees while Venus watches over me
Lizards scurry on gray brick walls, chasing one another, while tiny hatchings explore with their sisters and brothers
The roses are blooming now, and they remind me of my mother, for she is here in the crisp cool air, floating free everywhere
The desert milkweed is chest high, waiting for the butterflies, laying eggs, bearing caterpillars who will leave plants stripped bare,
But not before wispy seed pods burst, take flight into the Autumn air
And there, hanging by a delicate thread, a chrysalis on a stone, the first one seen of this season, swaying in the soft breeze
Life moves on and time slows, here in my garden of peace
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Real Toads: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/11/wordy-saturday-with-wild-woman-places.html
Poet’s United: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2018/11/poetry-pantry-429.html
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Autumn Lamplight
silence on the path-
golden autumn lamplight glows
geckos rustle leaves
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2018/11/carpe-diem-1544-autumn-lamplight-aki-no.html
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Alabaster Goddess
She rises up in pink morning dawn, alabaster Goddess of trees, pushing open her bountiful sweet scented blooms to feed butterflies and hoarding bees
She’s not shy about her nakedness, but stands tall and proud, for the blossoms and leaves surround her in a velvet blushed shroud
At her feet grows a bevy of floral essence dreams, a tapestry over her delicate roots, sheltered they are to dig deep into earth, to flourish and spread tendrils and green shoots
For hers is a life of bountiful wonder, as she strives to renew Mother earth, filling every season with color and wonder, offering each a sweet rebirth.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
https://helenevaillant.com/2018/11/13/what-do-you-see-nov-13-2018/
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