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B'fhearr Gaidhlig briste na Beurlacliste--
To gain that which is worth having, it may be necessary to lose everything else.
In the solace of an evening
On a street lined with oaks
Blonde follicles that liven
Movements that provoke
Eyes that bounce...in their sockets
Sparks that fly...Retro Rockets
Phosphorous of fireflies glimmer
Loop and dodge...dimmer,dimmer
Pacing steps with each pant
Legs high steppin...thighs that dance
Baying Basset...chasing sparks
Lightening insects in the dark
Nighthawk squeals his dining call
Breasts are dancing...bouncing balls
Licking flashes fly through night
Steppin faster....sweat that fights
Paces toying... wounds to heal
Memories chasing thoughts..until
Exasperated female wiles
Court each one and gently files
Away the pains then, catches up
With lanterned bugs and long eared pups
Marsh that beckons...teasing pains
Tears to lick and smiles to gain
Night path moves within her steps
Quickened grounds that give in...depth
Each new step completes the pace
Moods swing yonder...saving grace
Stars upon her shoulder there
Dancing Congas in her hair
Flecks upon each hollow spot
Dots of lightening skip and hop
Reeds that live each shouldered life
High-top joggin...slicing night
Quiet is broken til next time
Step on a dollar...give in a dime
Ounces of lovin..pounding away
Echoed hearts...another day
Wow Susan, this is a terrific write...so much of woman encapsulated here on this evening jog in the pace of your poetry. So many image hints create a stunning visual of the scene and the wanderings of the mind. When I walk at night or before dawn, my mind races just like this...bouncing off so many things yet captivated by a barking dog or the sudden illumiination of a houselight...This is masterwork for sure!
Love,
Susan
Reviewed by Simon Barreiros (Reader)
Reviewed on October 17, 2006
Another lovely vision Susan. Fall seems to stir you deeply. Language most fluid and appealling.
Love you,
Simon
Exquisite, Susan, beautifully imaged and penned. I have seen your poetry grow into something lovely. I am blessed to read your words; thank you! This is gorgeous!
Another masterclass write from your accomplished pen..
It is a joy to read your exhilarating and electrifying works..
Kudos to you master craftswoman !
Susan you totally captivate when you write like this. That passion flows through the rhyme and rhythm moving it along with each heartbeat,in vibrant mystical, passion!
This book is a collection of short stories that depict events in Author's life while she lived in Romania, then in Greece, and last in America. It's a beautiful and very sincere account of a young woman's life and comming to age.
Sexuality is very misunderstood.What if the tornado dropped Dorothy not into Oz, but onto the shooting set of an X-rated film?
Eric Edwards makes sex films. Period... Sex-on-command. Sex-for-hire.... So begins the story of Eric Edwards, Mr.
This book has been eight years in the making. It is mostly a jumble of thoughts written down in old spiral notebooks and hidden in the bottom drawer underneath various manuals for software packages and hardware long since turned obsolete.
Love,
Susan
Another lovely vision Susan. Fall seems to stir you deeply. Language most fluid and appealling.
Love you,
Simon
Ron
love it..
Picture perfect!!
Love tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
thank you so much for sharing it.
Steve
Another masterclass write from your accomplished pen..
It is a joy to read your exhilarating and electrifying works..
Kudos to you master craftswoman !
Love
Peter
Eileen
Susan
Love,
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