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Tantalize me not for I have already succumbed to your almond eyes and sensuous figure, the way your darkened skin glows in the aftermath of our love-making; yet you would tease me into further temptation, seeking not fulfillment but satiation. jb/08/ Sign in to see full entry.

TUESDAY MORNING The rainfall is heavy and thick, like lukewarm soup served at the last minute to still the appetite if only temporarily. The plants gorge themselves on the water, filling their natural reservoirs with nutrition best saved for the wilting heat that is to come. These things I observe,... Sign in to see full entry.

REMEMBERING I waited patiently, holding my breath and my thoughts. Especially my thoughts! And I could feel the already choking tie, slowly tighten into a noose. There was no mirror. No thing by which I could reflect my own image; no mannerism to presume as composure -- if only until... The door to... Sign in to see full entry.

GRIEF The tears course down her cheeks, finding their own channels of expression as, one by one, the limbs are severed, their evergreen growth already fading in the morning sun. She stands silently off to one side as teary memories assailed her. The first tiny green shoot that was to grow into shade... Sign in to see full entry.

PERSPECTIVE Do not weep, my love; for we have always known ours was a shooting star, blazing across the vastness of infinite Being. Think not of the emptiness that lies ahead, instead, recall the moments of joy and laughter shared, and foolish dreams equally dared. For only in such ways can we... Sign in to see full entry.

Somewhere, somehow the paradigm has shifted, and what once "was" has taken upon itself a new currency, a new system where substance and values no longer matter; merely the proper reflection one mirrors upon a shifting yet static reality. joab Sign in to see full entry.

Why do you continue to play me for a fool? How many regrets have been proffered, or apologies offered over these many years for the determined lies masked as excuses and pretending to the "truth"? I am no longer angry. Just weary. joab Sign in to see full entry.

In order to break multiple boards or bricks with one's hand, one must see only the final target, all other distractions dismissed, as the hand passes through their non-presence on its way to its sole purpose. j Sign in to see full entry.

Write me a poem that ends in hope in some measure. Phrase it so that I may breathe once more; so that I may finally exhale and not fear the indrawn breath that must ensue. Write me a poem that ends in hope and not hate, and a flower will bloom; write me a poem that ends in hope, so that a child may... Sign in to see full entry.

There is no box; one must learn to "square" the circle. joab Sign in to see full entry.