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SOUTHEAST MORNING

By TONY BENNETT

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It’s morning,

And a heavy veil of darkness whips through SouthEast

Lies tattered at my feet

Ghosts of unspoken emotions, and unsung songs

Hobble Emaciated through the passage of my soul,

Crying to be touched, to be renewed with the fervor of new life

I would have sung you a love song,

But for fear you were hardened by your understanding of my love

And in my weakness and in my grief I remained silent,

As you receded into the velvet night

God, how I rummaged the stars in search of your eyes,

Praying for, yet dreading the morning light

Ah, but morning has come and cinders of unrequited passion

Lie at the hearth of expediency, the wounds of empty dreams

Are salted by tears of longing and need

When will love come again to rebuke these uncaring, insensitive winds?

That mocks my vigil at the altar of your heart…

It’s another South East Morning and I Miss YOU

Wasted Waters

Your taste beautiful and fragrant, makes my humanness, stride back and forth, filled with thoughtful pleasures wanting only to drink deep in the grottoes of your love’s passion Which flows to subtle rivers, as if snow upon the deserts dusty face. These floods of desire that take up and down trails leading to your waters ending in what can only be said as unfinished deeds and needs, And still these desert dreams of lying within your ocean… Still tasting the nectar of this once vast visage,

like squeezing ripen fruit our substance spilling forth, as I drink your tender feelings of loves devotion, which deepens the waters that rush through this physical being, As you’re filled with “Old” familiar juices, quenching all your needs and desires and now you wonder, how could I have known, only to be later drowned in your muddy rivers of lies and deceit… My mind holding on to these rivers of desire, of our treasured bodies, Filling the “Cup with Life’s Liquor”, in the solitude of this thoughtful soul I roam along, alone with moderation feeding empty dreams and desires. The cool refreshment of your waters have now evaporated in the heat of my disillusionment. This physical death no longer brings this soul relief.

While rivers separate us there’s only “Wasted Waters…

Callipygian Thoughts

by Tony Bennett

Section I (Erotic Thoughts)

Her body’s colors like that of crimson and myrrh
Her fragrance resounds of hyacinth and patchouli engulfs my being
Her body’s texture, that of silken tassels
Her curves flow such as the river of life (the Nile)
Her touch as timeless as mans imagination
Her taste hypnotic as all the incense of time

Her thoughts of her held deep within me
Her callipygia submerged within the folds of my strength
Her lips so soft move over me as I lose myself within Them
Her wetness absorbs me, lays puddles in me, around me
Her movement, glides across me opening me over and over
Her thrust rapid then slow, soft then hard brings me to, too
Her body, now in it’s thirteenth movement, the number of return, it begins
Again…

Section II (Karmic Passion)
In your pastures I graze restoring my strength in loving sweetness
As I again except thanksgiving, your love keeping me straight
And justly tender as these words of lament blow all about us
Unto my universe your life force flows, as this physical body rest my sojourn
Begins, singing like blossoms on gilded wings speaking of the
Paradise to come, and you the bread of my existence intoxicates me as wine
Come with me to this inner sanctum as our pursuit for love searches for
The “Fruitful Grape”, come With me Beloved, come with me…

On the wings of unseen birds, I lay rested within your bed as you give me
Quiet flirtations, rising me over and over, keeping me drumming with your
Song, my movement slow, as if moonlight tracing across hilltops
I wrap myself in your beauty, your “tavern door agape”
Without an utterance, in deep meditation, I come before dawn

Section III (End Shape/Beginning Desires)

I feel the music of distant drums, calling the rapture of This time spent
My seed spent within the rubyvintage of unquenchable passion and desires
This vessel that brought such worldly pleasures, now moves within
By what presumption did I cause this room from keeping its form?
Now her body’s intelligence awaken to the Divine Truth (life)
The bliss that exudes from her surrounds in this realm between the me and the “darker draught” which keeps my quest alive

What we endured was inevitable, the consequence of our blindness
And there are not past regrets, only the bliss that lives within
Guarded by whispers of light, held by the wilderness of trust
It’s silent cries of weakness, creates bewildered strength
The pressure of God now arrives, moving between both kingdoms
It’s light now pressing softly as a candle to the sun…

All created from “Callipygian Thoughts”

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