AUGUSTIN MEDINA : A Sultry Song
MICHAEL REHLING : Tongue Kissing a Verb
JOHN SELAWSKY : The Singing Tree
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AUGUSTIN MEDINA
A Sultry Song
Sultry air Sultry night Sultry thoughts. Love's thermometer rising. Time to sing our song. She adorns the chaise-lounge reclining at the angle of arousal. Hair tossed in teasing manner. Cheeks flush with longing. Eyes that invite my intentions. Lips offering tastes tender, fierce and forbidden. Erotic earrings decorate delicious little ears. Her pearl white necklace drops directly toward impertinent little breasts beneath a plunging neckline. Her silky spring beige dress traces curvature worthy of Helen and Aphrodite. Scary beauty, aching beauty, my beauty. Ineffable desire stirs within me as uncontainable as a welder's flame I draw near and whiff a fragrance that is hers only found nowhere else in the universe. I prepare with the erogeny of a Neruda poem: “I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” The poem penetrates, she admits as she moves to unfurl limbs, and undo clasps of restraint. I too move across the Rubicon and into her waters. We give way to one another Relentlessly, unconditionally The love and affection we know a multiplier for the sensations unleashed Wet passion reverberates off the startled walls Like a song, there is rhythm, tempo harmony and at the end, an unsustainable crescendo. When the last note is struck Sounds of disbelief waft into the sultry air- Where it all began
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MICHAEL REHLING
Tongue Kissing a Verb
sly manipulation brings life to a verb conveying emotions (lighting darker areas) can opener of perception (cruising down highways of desire) expressed and relentlessly explored (like a kiss at a doorway) stolen without resistance or loss leaving meanings (like vanquished lips) just where you found them
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JOHN SELAWSKY
The Singing Tree
I have heard a tree singing with song. Perhaps invisible birds in the thick foliage. Perhaps the roots tapped into a pure well of music that is deep within us, kept undiluted there all these years and who would know? Can you tell me with absolute certainty that what I say is impossible? Would you want to live in the world that you are arguing? Perhaps. We will adapt to anything, almost everything. Even so, a clear ringing out and out into the bright afternoon sky that is inexplicably beautiful nonetheless. There is so much pain in the world, I see it everyday; I have heard a tree singing with song, many times, I have walked beneath it, I have stopped in my tracks and looked up as if at my own private God, perhaps invisible birds, perhaps the leaves and the roots tapped into something deep within us.
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AUGUSTIN MEDINA : A Sultry Song
MICHAEL REHLING : Tongue Kissing a Verb
JOHN SELAWSKY : The Singing Tree
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