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heady perfume

Smoldering

with allure

enflaming

Hooked

Don Juan

Hovered

fluttering

Crooning

swansong

swaggering

Fatal finale

Sensuous, slow

dance of death

at love’s altar

Immolating self

in complete surrender

Kindled, crumbles

Purified spirit

fire tested

takes wing

picture from internet 

Heartfelt hug, heart to heart,

Eyes to eyes, emotionally moistened

Breakthrough achieved, finally

Morals like ear- rings hugged the sun burnt neck

Sun kissed boats jostled playfully on love’s shore,

Nudging, moored firmly by love’s anchor once more

Riding highs and lows on waves of passion’s furor

Wolf At The Door

 To keep the wolf from door 

Dragged self daily out of door

Moist eyes, heavy heart, leaden feet

Led me away from you, my baby

Piteous cries filled snowy mornings

Drowning car radio bearing me away

Maternal love died many deaths

Withering flowering between hope, despair

Regrets, few, abiding grievance one

Precious time savoring you lost forever

Left you daily to keep wolf from door

Dragged self daily out of the door

Loss and price was too dear to bear

Eyes still well up for times not there

Maternal love did suffer a great blow

You and I are not close any more

note: for both working parents:)) 

Our duel of wits had lasted a long time
Until they accepted defeat giving me respite
No longer wary, I breathed happily, to enjoy
Free run of kitchen, bite here there to annoy

Hating my guts, a professional they’d employed
To capture me, heal their bleeding hemorrhoids
But I come from a stock both spunky and wily, in me
Catcher met his match, unusual protagonist, slippery

Grandma said at time of my birth stars had conspired
Hence I was always in trouble, all reform plans misfired
The professional set many a mousetrap for my capture
My uncanny skill kept me one jump ahead in utter rapture

Our cat and mouse play went on for many months
Until, end of his tether Professional gave up on seventh
To celebrate victory we had a gala party on the eighth
Ceasefire gave us all time to catch our breaths

Then alas, one day the building next door collapsed
Taking down a wall of our mansion that was attached
Life ebbed out of all of us as we scurried here and there
Disgusted, our master sold house dirt cheap in despair  
 
~~
I should be the last person to say anything against temptation,
 naturally, but we have a proverb down here ‘in baiting a
 mouse-trap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse’.
- Hector Hugh Munro

Mouse is Not A Thief, It is the hole that Allows Mouse In!

-Herman Jacobs

picture from internet

Triggers

A word, a nuance
A look, a glance
Few lines, verse,
A haiku, gesture
A hug, a shrug
And
Then
A
Breach!

Floodgates of
Memory’s oil spill
Inundates mind
A raging virus
Attacks scabs of time
Prods and pokes
Mind from
Position
Fetal

Hurtful memories
Loss of loved ones
Fights, slights
Aborted flights
Mini wars,
Big wars
Tragedies
Attacks
Confront

Cornered I put up hands
Shield head body
Mind bared begs
Mercy piteously
Silently screaming
Halt this gush
As it will crush
Me unless I go
Fetal again

pictures are from the internet-disclaimer

Every full moon night she wails

For her lover

~~ 

Lovers Tryst 

Drenched in love

Soaking moonlight

Technicolor dreams

Lined silvery bright

 Hotfooting in thick mist

She had kept her tryst

Cupid had shot her a grievous blow

Had felled her by an alien elbow

 The elbow had belonged to an Adonis

Crestfallen he’d cried mercy, blown a kiss

Tears streaming she’d suddenly smiled

Falling headlong in love sans any guile

They kept their trysts where they’d first met

On full moon day by lake and branch lunette

They made plans and wove golden dreams

Eyes ecstatic despite inimical bloodstreams

Six moonlight trysts later this was their seventh

Families sworn enemies and their love at zenith

 Fearful fluttering heart desperate searching eyes

She waited for lover with prayer on quivering lips

Midway to rendezvous brother and lover clashed

Steel to steel rang out that fateful perfidious night

They slashed one another, life ebbing out of both

She languished on tree trunk waiting for betrothed

Thus she awaits her lover every full moon night

A piteous wail rising out of waters silvery bright

Unrequited love never allowed her soul to depart

Eternally waiting for lover, fate had pulled apart

They say souls of these ill fated lovers do meet

Every full moon by shimmering lake and mesquite     

 ~~

Mesquite: hard wood (tree)

Lunette: crescent

 Picture is frfom internet-disclaimer

Every full moon night she wails

For her lover

~~ 

Lovers Tryst 

Drenched in love

Soaking moonlight

Technicolor dreams

Lined silvery bright

 Hotfooting in thick mist

She had kept her tryst

Cupid had shot her a grievous blow

Had felled her by an alien elbow

 The elbow had belonged to an Adonis

Crestfallen he’d cried mercy, blown a kiss

Tears streaming she’d suddenly smiled

Falling headlong in love sans any guile

They kept their trysts where they’d first met

On full moon day by lake and branch lunette

They made plans and wove golden dreams

Eyes ecstatic despite inimical bloodstreams

Six moonlight trysts later this was their seventh

Families sworn enemies and their love at zenith

 Fearful fluttering heart desperate searching eyes

She waited for lover with prayer on quivering lips

Midway to rendezvous brother and lover clashed

Steel to steel rang out that fateful perfidious night

They slashed one another, life ebbing out of both

She languished on tree trunk waiting for betrothed

Thus she awaits her lover every full moon night

A piteous wail rising out of waters silvery bright

Unrequited love never allowed her soul to depart

Eternally waiting for lover, fate had pulled apart

They say souls of these ill fated lovers do meet

Every full moon by shimmering lake and mesquite     

 ~~

Mesquite: hard wood (tree)

Lunette: crescent

 Picture is frfom internet-disclaimer

Lost Connections

Upside down, reminiscing spent life
I wiggle and kick to cut the cord
To screamingly propel into new life

Past links fade and submerge
New links form as they emerge
Passionately I forward serge

Strong moorings over time
Wear out, no longer bind
Winking lights yonder blind

Primordial connections fade
Not leave, bide time knowing
Well, for them one day, you’ll pine

Connections once formed
Are truly indelible in time
Rejoining with a splice of time

Cycles of time
Connecting minds
Soul to soul bind

picture from internet

Two ancient green papers thin
Spidery cobwebbed palms
Delicate talon hooked digits
Weaving lace
Exquisite
Gossamer
Whisper
Wafer
Thin

Astride full throttled boat
Gliding playfully in deep blue
Competing with deeper blue above
We landed
On the island
Where time
Stood still
History
Centuries
Unthawed

Ginger bread house
Multi hued unsubtle
Framed in doorway
With cucumber innards
As a Still life
Posed
an industrious
Lace maker
Nonna

~~

fotos from internet- we visited Burano, Italy in ’07 and picture is imprinted in my head