Sensory Deprivation

We were naked

Happy to have warm salt water

Fondle our bodies

She wanted to

& we did submerge ourselves

Entirely lithesome underwater

My muse then

Weightless & spreadeagled

In petals of heavenliness

She wanted to

& we did allow ourselves

The extreme purity of indulgence

We became

Our own subterranean muses

In that love swim

Of our wonderful lives

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Noise & Fabrication

Don't become dowdy

Certainly not on my account

I'm not worth it

You deserve way better

My words are trapped

In previous relationships

Today's freshness & beauty

Is unable to penetrate the page

It seems far easier

To rely on what has gone before

To grieve over what can never return

To distort memories, with simple confusion

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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> One

In the one is carried by the other

Imagination, a thankful mother

Of critical interventions

A shared thigh, stroked high

Sought out over here

Whispered verse, nowhere terse

Floating here, about over there

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Check-In

Surrounded by those

Who love me dearly

Yet it is the outsider

The one who

No longer loves me

It is she who opens me

She  is the one

Whose leverage prizes

These words from me

Hers is the warm skin

The fragrant bosom

Hers are the strong thighs

The thrusting passions

Hers are the memories

In the long-lasting juices

She is the obsession

Whose walls surround me

Hers are the reminders

Of Friday afternoon flights

Weekend-filled fantasies

Self-satisfied smug expressions

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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Dip

It was three hundred yards from the hilltop hotel

Down the sand and pebble path

To the white beach

Where I laid my towel, in a calm by the rocks

Also for the first time in my life

I cast aside the trunks

In this way then, entirely naked

Early, before anyone other was out and about

I entered the heavily salted sea

If to make love is to reach a peak of exultation

To become frenzied in search

Of a wilder you, then

To float naked in Fuerteventura’s morning seas

Is one of life’s gentler climaxes

Where love is caught

Between skin and water

Between open thoughts & drifting absence

Between love lost, and love found, where both flow free

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Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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