Summer fare and crested day is only made by wintering spring
Growing red till slow magic, supple leaves and heat begin;
The pictures drawn in May, conceived in March, sprouted in A-pril
Bring gawky birds alive, dancers in the woods, streams and party life
pour through abstraction to reality we know and share.
A life creating family, art and home from painted canvas, skin and bone .
Friday, March 7, 2014
Tess
Tess is a female, fiercely alone,
spawning allure and irresistible desire,
a juggler of men, fueling their fire.
Tossing gifts toward their ends,
tossing flowers and fancy,
tossing caresses and perfume,
tossing their way to her, they aspire
to presume their dreams of her wanting for them were hers,
Men too often and their women, too,
realize her power and deceit too late;
Tess tossed her own.
spawning allure and irresistible desire,
a juggler of men, fueling their fire.
Tossing gifts toward their ends,
tossing flowers and fancy,
tossing caresses and perfume,
tossing their way to her, they aspire
to presume their dreams of her wanting for them were hers,
Men too often and their women, too,
realize her power and deceit too late;
Tess tossed her own.
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