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sensual shadows
drink a purpling moon
teasing dull silken glimmer
from scarves in their dance
along aubergine hollows
of candlelit thighs
softly flickering
fragrant with passion’s ablution
demure glints from peridot eyes
heighten moments
then falter and fade
receding beneath
the dim surface of time
in weak torture of
reconciled memory
(originally posted October 2013)
“Venice Sunset” by Ginette Callaway
stained glass skies
lovers’ light
paints their promises
hushed liquid lanes
carry vespers on
hours of evening
soft whispering
maritime breezes
speak centuries
into a chorus of
stucco and stone
quiet colors of
history blending
with hopes for a
future of hearts
still stylish with youth
and its passions
a fusion of water
of land and of sky
with those yearnings
as timelessly human
as life in itself
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passion is of fire
its residue ashfall
feelings that burned
brief bright moments
reduced to their char
still organically rich
romantically useful
over time layers build
supple bed for mature love
to lie in paired comfort
more gentle than down
with redolent memories
dusting the skin with
soft sketches of flames
dancing ardent duets
to their fireproof promise
(originally posted June 2013)
“Music in Red” by Marcia Baldwin
drumskin resonance
snared by the brush-beats
that syncopate passion
two hearts in their swoon
hand in hand for the
dance of all dances
bliss rising and falling
to rhythms of
generous urgency
teaching two lives
given truth of their troth
how a love can endure
in the keep to one tempo
“Youth” by Izabella Pavlushko
green with youth
eager heart
quick to love
spill its contents
no hesitation
coldly sure
eager mind
quick to judge
against easy ideals
racing justice
the salad days
vivid with passion
indulged without
care beyond
gift of the moment
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“My salad days, when I was green in judgment, cold in blood.” – Shakespeare’s Cleopatra to Antony on her foolish infatuation with Caesar
“Liebespaar Der Kuss” by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner
ripe with passion and promise
two tentative hearts came
together together together
lips brushed by incomparable
sweetness that swirls existential
around every orb in the ether
suffusing that moment with
flavors of blissful surprise
all the suns and the moons
the entire blue universe joined
in one heart-stopping burst
a white light at once stunning
explosive beheld and inhaled
by excited new hope in dazed
eyes that its power will shine
long enough for two lifetimes
From my book Onionskin
“Broken Heart”
Painting my Marlene Burns
From galleryhip.com
given to passion
mistaking her sigh for love
the heart of a man
“City on Fire”
Fiber Art by Lynne Brotman
From fiberartblog.com
embrace the conventional wisdom
sing songs of the populist throng
feel affinity for the agendas of slyboots
neglecting the coolness of intellect
favoring heat of the passionate impulse
the clever linguistics of sophistry
lead to a counterfeit logic for framing
the wrong overweening assertions
that set institutions ablaze leaving
men of good will to sift ashes
in search of the reasons for ruin
“Burning Sensation” by Julia Apostolova
fire wraps
itself round
the hewn log
runs lascivious
tongues under
over the rough
yielding skin
long in thrall
of its dreams
for this destiny
this day attained
consummation
occurs when the
flames of the
fire consume
what it loves
From my book Small Noise
Moroccan Brazier
Photo from hollywoodbollywood.co.in
inhospitable tropics
melt the good blood
into watery wine
wilting spirit that
sweltering victim of
obstinate suns
heat unhinges men
limbs fall from torsos
in puddles of
purposeless flesh
where ideas find
no provident purchase
the mind wants for
briskly chilled chambers
where building and
tending a careful laid
firewood brazier
will introduce warmth
with distinction
that radiates rather
than absorbing
definitions of self
a most personal shape
filling spaces that
all the world ever and
always will recognize
take to its memory
name it uniquely
appreciate all its
thoughts gelid with
rational lucid assertions
cool climate conducive
to reason instead
of deformative
uncontrolled
free-burn of
fire-pit passions
Writer Lynne Sargent
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