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Up Every Night Up every night should your body dream I;Up Every Night by ~Earl-of-Slander
wonderfully what your hands do - mine
barely keep you up with.
The unfold of your wings, I feel,
is this better than so many burnt offerings.
Spiced, salted, oiled air with a
grease pen tracing this and that of untidy air -
"unto thee i" obviously
tulips and chimneys dreamings within
heady sleepy-sunrises dreamings,
all back coming to your hip bones.
Sweetly so, your preference
logonomia, a touch of brio with,
mine: bleary skin shut behind eyes.
Standing Dropsy Standing dropsy, this (that is) wonderingStanding Dropsy by ~Earl-of-Slander
pondering, coping, the quiet blackout
machinery of thinking of you.
Selfsame the sky, this though different
finds your eye but if.
Glasses draining to up parted lips,
yours with familiar strange keenness you
are in my eye out there.
Your eye's stealing deeper this than even
the best or merest that.
I never thought it could be so quiet when
thinking of such profoundly singing skin;
prayer-whishpers tip-toe on clumsy feet
coming and going then asking or telling:
I want to know where you are only
so I can know where I want to be.
Sonnet for Distant Desires A wretch the morn' will often find,Sonnet for Distant Desires by ~Earl-of-Slander
the pris'ner caught outside his keep -
the wide eye'd dreamer deny'd of sleep.
Yet who is he that feels maligned
for in his favor's intertwined
between the dark and somber deep
that one who has the evening steep
in thoughts that leave him all but blind.
Still, she who has in this way bless'd
cannot but leave him blear'd with sweat
and still enthrall'd unto her debt -
How can it be, this slave possess'd?
How can one think to now suggest -
to miss someone as yet unmet?
Sonnet for Keeping Because I can't hold you, I'llSonnet for Keeping by ~Earl-of-Slander
put you in the things I cannot touch.
I won't be without you (anywhere
I go) when I look (or say
or do or be) for myself.
You know I can't be
(wanting stars, sun, moon, and dusk)
away or free.
Let the world rule me (and in ruling
senses brain heart and wish)
keeping you as m' lady.
Please, my dear, be altogether you,
(deep in the heart of the heart of me)
because I can't hold you.
Sta.sh
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yes, indeed.
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yes, indeed.
I love the screen name
Thanks also for the comment on my Rondel... really though, that is one of my more contrived poems. . . if you ever have the time, you should check out some of the other stuff in my gallery - not to make you feel guilty (oh I just can't help it), but I've already started going through yours.