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30
Jul 2009

Splash And Bounce

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Honey blonde body
Prances in circles around me
Dancing the language
Lets play splash and bounce!

Chocolate eyes
Never leaving mine
Fervent their plea
Lets play splash and bounce!

Front lowers
Chest brushes ground
Muscles coiled and ready
Lets play splash and bounce!

Back legs stand
Quivering in anticipation
Await with patience
Lets play splash and bounce!

Breath quickens
Lips licked with long pink tongue
The suspense mounts
Lets play splash and bounce!

My arm arcs
Letting the wood stick fly
Tumble and turn in the air
Yea! Lets play splash and bounce!

Blurred explosion
Mirror lake surface shattered
Yellow laborador in motion
Splash bounce splash bounce!

Unerringly locate stick
Grab in strong jaws
Tail wagging triumphantly
Splash Bounce splash bounce!

Return to land
Drop stick at my feet
Dripping wet, boisterous barking
Lets play splash and bounce again!

© L. Kupfer
All rights reserved

Posted in loving memory of Reed
There wasn’t a yellow laborador who
loved to play splash and bounce
as much as she did.

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25
Jul 2009

Gentle Love

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Let my gentle love
Be like the rain
Falling softly from the sky
Cleansing the tracks of your tears

Let my gentle love
Be like the breeze
Echoing through the trees
Whispering your name
Calming your fears

Let my gentle love
Be like the sunrise in the morning
Awakening your hearts desire
Warming you from inside out
Drawing forth smiles from your soul

Let my gentle love
Be like the river’s current
Flowing from me to you
Replacing the sadness in your eyes
With sparkles of happiness

Let my gentle love
Be like the moonlight
Wrapping you in peaceful serenity
Keeping the nightmares at bay
Guarding you and healing you

©L. Kupfer
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25
Jul 2009

My Eyes

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My eyes are of sapphire blue
Proud familial heritage
On both sides
I have been told
They darken to a deeper shade
In moments of intimate passion

With my eyes I have watched
Trees bending and swaying
Into the wind
The sudden forked flash
Of lightening
And the gyrating rhythm
Of raindrops

The telephone was invented quite accidentally
Little did Mr. A.G. Bell know that he had created a monster
But whether its rotatory, touch-tone, cordless, or cellular
I can only reach out and touch someone with my eyes

Radios, televisions, CD players are commonplace
VCR’s have spawned DVD’s, the latest is iTunes on the Internet
But for me, nothing can compare to seeing Melissa Etheridge
Or many other performers live and in person, with my eyes

With my eyes I have witnessed
The myriad riots of brilliant color and texture
The splendor of the frenetic and the sedate celebrations
That make up the madness known as Mardi Gras

Birthdays, graduations, funerals, Christmases
Family reunions, historical moments, ringing in the New Year
All the experiences and memories of a lifetime
My eyes have seen and celebrated them all

My eyes have drunk in the beauty
Of my lover’s body
Traveling the soft curves, gentle swells, delightful hollows
To mirror the nuances of pleasure and desire in her eyes

With my eyes, I see, I read, I cry
Just like every other human being
But I also hear and I listen
For my eyes are also my ears

©L. Kupfer

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25
Jul 2009

Canvas

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I know
No matter who I meet
How I meet them
And how things end with them
Those that I encounter
In my life’s journeys
Forever paint a part of themselves
On the canvas of my heart
Some will be like airbrush strokes
Of featherlight harmony and intimacy
Then gone like smooth quicksilver
Some will be outrageous splashes
Telling me that its way groovy
To wear perwinkles
Some will be abrupt swirls and splatters
All too happy to deliver well deserved kicks
To my denim-clad ass when I need it
Some will be sure and steady handed
Dispelling the prattle of soothsayers and naysayers
Allowing me to be myself
Then there will be some who will streak
Across my canvas like a comet
Then disappear and leave lingering afterimages
Each and every one is an artist
Channeling the colors and textures
Arranging and rearranging the mosaic pieces of my canvas
Into a priceless work of art
An epitome of who I am

©L. Kupfer

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25
Jul 2009

Lip Reading

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Lipreading isn’t an exact science
The way reading a book is
Its like navigating an obstacle course….

Lips come in all sizes and shapes
Thin and fat lips, tight and loose lips
Petite, average, generous, even puckered!

There are small mouths and big mouths
Each with their own peculiar mannerisms
Whether they be natural, adopted or learned.

Foreign objects often are dangling from lips
Or clenched in teeth, being chewed, spit, and loudly smacked
Adding texture to the words as they tumble forth

Missing teeth, dentures, stutters, lisps, braces, toothaches
And those upper lip hairy caterpillarsthat men love to nuture
All add to the overall challenge

There’s a difference between a shout and a whisper
A rapid fire staccato delivery and a leisurely country drawl
As well as a monotone that’s mumbled or grumbled

Imagine trying to decipher your dinner companion’s words
While they’re being chomped, squished, and crunched
Before, during, and after each forkful of food!

Many words look alike to the lipreader
Like have-half…… had-hat-and….two-too-due
Sometimes it’s guesswork, othertimes it’s logic and reasoning

Finally, contrasting shadows and light
Either enhance or distort the efforts
And its always impossible to lipread in the dark!

Whew, I’ve covered the entire obstacle course
Its not without its frustrations and mishaps
But somehow I get by……

©L. Kupfer

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