Tender-Swooshstically
/Steven Ilchev, 2012/
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You are too harmonious for life's seven seas,
Seven that seem seventy-seven to me but why,
Who'll ever know? I care not to find out because
Seeing this is every bit the same as holding you across
The multiplying seas, tender-swooshstically
And soberly inebriated to the core,
And blessing all my blessed inciting raindrop-diamonds
Of the protective writer's sword, O Sword, which takes me
To the howling wolvalicious prairie beyond glorified
Forevermore.
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
The Instinct That Fulfils by Steven Ilchev, 2012
The Instinct That Fulfils
/Steven Ilchev, 2012/
O how to love you,
I only know by instinct that fulfils
My quill and ink at every hour
That growing tendency to melt
Upon your sensitivity of bedded flowers
So perfect so ensconced
In lime-scented,toiling bosoms
Of emotional confinement liberating,
So sensual from wavy-haired fields...
...Of corn emancipated.
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