Panther burning moon bright
Your sleek flanks blending
In the sacred shadows of the night
Unseen to all
But the Goddess chosen few
Panther burning moon bright
I still hear your deep purrs
Resonating
In the depths of my silences
Panther burning moon bright
My hands remember
The velvety softness of your proud head
As you bend to quench your thirst
In the sacred waters of my essence
Panther burning moon bright
The sands of time will never erase
The glowing tracks that you’ve left behind
On the moonpaths of my soul
Panther burning moon bright
Magnificient avatar that you are
Roam safely
In the sacred shadows of the night
May I one day again be amongst
The Goddess chosen few
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for J.D, where ever she might roam
No mere wallflower is she
A fresco of absolute womanly glory
Who needs no man’s asylum
No dowry she totes except her sword
Which can slice through haggis with ease
Her ice blue eyes make many hearts swoon
Her charisma blazes kinetic images
On the tundras of many souls
Her smile can even freeze a gnomon
Her every movement and action a poetry of rhythm
Her dialogue so so 90ish for her time period
Who is she, you keenly ask
Why, my dear reader, don’t you watch…
Xena, Warrior Princess?
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This morning
I found a pretty purple note
Tucked inside the pocket
Of my leather jacket
My eyebrow lifted in a puzzled quirk
I pulled out the pretty purple note
Curious to ferret out its secrets
The lingering scent on papery surface
Tracks ticklish footprints across my nose
I unfolded the pretty purple note
With nary a quake of my hand
The corners of my mouth twitch into a smile
As subtle images pertaining
To a night of naked shared passion flash by
Our kisses shy at first then tenacious
Our soft whispers morphed into raucous moans
Heralding the quakes of shared orgasmic release
I read the handwriting
On the pretty purple note
All shreds of doubt eliminated
“Can I see you again?
Love, Your Kitten”
Collar of my leather jacket
Pulled up against the wind
Ribbons of sunlight
Reflecting off silver jacket buttons
I tuck the pretty purple note
Inside next to my heart
I’d already decided
I’ll see her again…
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once more
as in times before
I find I’m only a catalyst
a stepping stone
in someone else’s path…..
once more
how prophetic it was
time indeed would tell
the planted seeds of possibilities
crumble under the weight of patience
and perhaps not enough of trust…….
once more
I wrestle with the “what ifs”
the missed clues
the lost opportunities
things left unspoken
until it was too late……
once more
I wonder where did I go wrong
what did I do or not do
to grasp what I touched
and make it mine…..
once more
when my heart is whole again
I’ll be the drifter
the wanderer
soaring on whatever winds
my wings may find…..
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