Reposed in shadows
within a realm of colors
dusty rose gown blurs.
All the flowers she adores ~
as gold love's beamed out of doors.
Green and purple blooms
are always in her warm face ~
'til she sinks in grace.
Exquisite pinks golds and blues
fade out, as plum night ensues.
"cubistic nude reclining"
i PAINt pain
staking
ly
eye Si
her mOUTh
OHpenning as
if sHE wanTS
too c'est SO
meTHING
butt
it is
knot
a whore I
zon but
1 of
HEr ver
tickle
S
miles
following
the freckled
stars on her
skin map with
finger and tongue
tips i come
to a point
of intersection
not knowing
which direction
to trace i try
to gaze over
her hip's
horizon to
surmise my
position to make
a decision as to my
fate thinking i might
in some way have
free will in this
situation
but she's not
factory made
making her as
well as
my mind
up as she
rolls over and
yawns
Remember the day that you brought me home to stay.
Every time you set in me, I heard you stop and say.
Chair you are so soft and I rest easy within you.
Lazily you reclined and I caressed, so gently too.
I know that you care for me as deeply as you show.
Neatly you kept me, shampooing me, head to toe.
I have no idea what ever happened to the love you had.
Now I set waiting, in the corner, did I do something bad?
Granted I have become an old chair maybe you became sad.
Carefully you replaced me with a bigger and brighter chair.
Hearing you say that he was on sale, a bargain so fair.
Again, you scrub him and me, so I know you still care.
I know my days are limited, because of the size of this room.
Recliners come and go. That is our dilemma and perilous doom.
There she lies
An adornment to the room
As the surroundings never looked
So wonderfully stunning
Here I go
Proceeding to approach
Her with intention to sneak upon
As I can be cunning
Yet, she knows
My every single move
As she hears my heavy breath
When I near
I will take her
We will reach new heights
As we have never before reached
Having her here