Come Morning
by Thalamus’ Ink.
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Come Morning
Copyright © 2011 by Gregory Douglas
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Come Morning…
This book is dedicated to: Mrs. Ethel “Honey” Parker
For her timeless friendship and support as well as
an infinity’s worth of love
Honorable mention goes to my Invincibles:
Ronald and Jay Douglas, Denise Turner, Anne Schwerner,
Henry Moses, Barbara Crawley, Henry Foster,
Hugo Charity, Daniel McCrimons,
Sondra K. Wilson, Marcelus Toney
And Luther H. Stewart
&
Special thanks to Mr. Marcus McGee whose invaluable friendship and advice helped to make this book a reality. Blessings
Arousal
Eyes to Visualize
Hearts to feel the joys and pains
Souls to understand
The Blue Print Alternative
Life is ever changing
And who would chose the straight road
Never to veer
Never to bend
Never to ese
Solely to extend
And I have crossed it many times
Perhaps to find my way
The Shaken Sonnet
Imprisoned by her own perfection
A princess was poised on her pedestal
Which served her well in its distinction
From a world distant still
On she danced in a circle
Revolving as a circle does
Once touched her cheeks blushed purple
Now not as perfect as she once was
Was this princess the better for it
Pirouette now interrupted
Or could she just ignore it
For her steps were not corrupted
She rutted the rim of the circle’s distance
And wondered just further than its existence
First Love
Eye kissed away
The virgin tears
Which swelled
Post liquid wake
Eye held her closely
Eye even held her tenderly
And felt her tremble
Before our warmth had fled
It was then that she lifted her eyes
To find our hearts in paradise
With talons freed before the land
And then the earth was gone
Encore
Here we lie gasping for air
Fingers still clasped within each others
Joined as if in prayer
The aftermath of loves compliance
With ruffled rhythms on satin floors
Disturbing only ecstasy’s silence
Like rushing tides upon the seashores
Our moisture and sweet melon breaths
Laid this symphony to rest
Exposing the acapella we did sing
Stripped of all save the notes of spring
While far off in the distance
The full moon offered no resistance
And bade us to play again
Hot Fudge Sundae
I remember Spring
With the snow slowly ceding
To its warmth
Forming fertility’s template
Of wetness that
Dripped and oozed and ran
All over the land
I remember Spring
With howling winds
Now pampered breezes
Which barely blew the leaves off trees
Then holding nature’s perfumes
Within it’s breath
At least until our breathing resumed
I remember Spring
With the hawks last shrill
Echoing in the valley
Not taps but reveille
Waking both bear and butterfly
Arousing all as far
As that hawk could see
I remember Spring
With buds like colors, bursting to create
Canvasses of fields and forestlands
Of skies so vibrant they dared hands
To reach to touch to explore
To leave the confines of a glove
Never to return anymore
I remember Spring
With your daisy dukes and bikini bra
The first sight of your skin
After the winter’s thaw
And wondered with such little attire
How your could body feel so cold
While my mind was on fire…
Oh, I remember Spring!
Synergy
Shadows cast their ladyfingers
Then grope for the grasses
Which tease the light’s fringe
Oaken umbrellas entice breezes
Which nose through our clothes
Then tickles the skin
These sacred grounds
Are magic carpets
Upon which we do lay
Chirping birds
Serenade with music
Enticing emotions which we display
Perfumed scents
Saturate nostrils…
You breathe out, my breathing rests
Serene summer uninterrupted
Perfectly sculpted
Your head on my chest
Who would leave
This oasis
As perfect as Shakespeare’s plays
I could wish for nothing more
Except my love
For you to stay
Shadows cast their ladyfingers
Then grope for the grasses
Which tease the light’s fringe
Oaken umbrellas entice breezes
You breathe out
And I breathe in
The Morning After
I felt the impression
In ruffled sheets
Which you wove upon my bed
I felt the impression
Which you engraved upon my heart
And retraced with fingertips
This place where love began
Listen to the walls
Replaying all of our laughter
Or is
My heart amplified
Typo
I would rather live my life
Than cling to these keys
As if they lived
For here the quested venture
Breathes only in retrospect
The gifted harvest
That Monday morning’s cerebrations reap
From there to task
Contradictions exist
And so I sit
Tic, tick, tic, tick, tic, tick….
Enlightenment
Life is like a snake
With so many twists and turns
And sharp fangs to shake