Appeal

that appeal...caught
me off guard.
one ex/
perience
laid me out
cold!
he was blk!
he was built!
he was sex.
u.
al and finnnnnnnnne as can be!
staring hard at him brings out
tribal beats
that
remind
me of
ancient
Saba...ancient
Egyptian nights
when we'd lie
naked in
the temple
of Hathor
and pro-create
new feelins
while
releasin' old tensions...
i thrilled in being
wrapped in
blk arms-like steel, onyx
bands...his warm
breath on my
skin...me
hot and ready to feel him;
him completely encased by me.
we created nature
and nature
bowed
before
us.
we were beautiful,
black and
in tune with our
sensuality...
we loved drinking
nostalgia.

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haiku

mask me in past times
when we bit off night and chewed
stars...our breath reekin.


tyku

u single hand'ly
bit off the past so/
rrows that plagued my coast-
u intertwined right/
eous passions and new
futuristic love.


(c) 2006 'House of Atreus' Publishing/ K. Duval-Atreus