If there is a secret to be had, a woman will find a way to get at it...

A cacophony of invisible innuendo slyly ties each voice together,
whispers loudly infer: she is the bejeweled, king's ransom.
Gowned 'round her bountiful waist, exotic silk and lace dance a
flurried sweep of fluid movements, beckoning all to her call - femme fatale.

beware...
transparent tulle bares the rise and fall of Heads of State,
on breasts incandescent in 1000 watt candle light. Diamond
bright eyes beguile with a sultry smile, coquettishly implied behind
the flutter of a feathered fan;

with a flick of her delicate wrist,
a twist of ruby red lips,

subtleties she employs to expose lies to spies in a game named - Seduction.

Love,

Nullabor lizzard lounge...

Have a wonderful weekend everyone... :)

Snake black bitumen mirage 

slithering sleekly over heat shimmered sands glazed flame red, 

sketching a lonely horizon attached to azure blue skies.

Hidden lizards fear for their parched flesh

in moisture-less air fired by a zenith sun.

Skeletons bleached bone white.

Not a sound heard on silent air; but

 the scream of heat rising. 

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Love,

Early this morning when nothing looked like it should...

Five days into a 30/30 poetry challenge on The Tin Roof Alley Poets




















I thought I knew

In the early morning light
everything looked bright
normal--like it was right.
I left love seemingly the same
slept, awoke and found it changed.

It was the same, the day before,
today, forevermore. At least I
thought it was; don't tell me anything else.

Love never comes to an end.

I forgot about the dark traces, hiding in stark places,
wounds whose stitching broke open
blurting hurts and seemingly easy dreams; my
humanity spoke with a roar.

If I let the pain fester, allow it to flow, how will I
grasp and hold fast. If I bury my treasure, will I become
shadow dancing between black cracks.

Love never comes to an end.

When I am no longer flesh and blood, will I be
flaming bitterness in a waterless place

or

Love that never comes to an end.







Love,