wolfwynd, thank you...I do think my poetry still needs a bit of work. I like writing the smut but would like to incorporate it into something bigger, perhaps a short story..working on that, though...
And now, the infamous Dream...this was written sometime in May/June. it was on a dream I had back in April about a girl who I somehow felt close to, my twin I guess you could say (but wasn't me) and the things she did to ultimately destroy my world, my then gf was also in this dream. The lines in italics are part of an IM explaining my crapmare I had decided to incorporate. The poem came after certain apects came to realization...
DREAMI woke up sweating, propped myself up on the bed
Covering my eyes from an expecting beam of light
In an already darkened room where signals flicker
From a tiny pc button, glowing like an orb
Working every fiber to ensure network connectivity
The smoke detector flashes once
Indicating its job is being done, silently watching
A light banging heard from a nearby enclosure
The shelled reptiles making known their presence
A slight movement from the warm thigh against my own
Bringing me back to reality
As moist palms slide over a dry mouth and away
Eyes follow the warm flesh to a tranquil sight
Cheek burning red and lines impressioned from
The pillow that caressed it before turning to face me
The love racing through me a smile forming when
The crinkle in her nose appears from the feather
Sticking through the casing
A kiss that is place right at her eye’s corner
Lips molding into the curve and placing
A small peck, microscopic in comparison
The emotions created from this goddess
Not looking past this heaven I walk toward
The space where I refresh my face and think of
The day that just passed…pause from
The thought that just ran through my mind
The reflection that stares back asking to reflect
The hand towel that slowly leaves my face
Turning my body and slowly walking towards
The door’s frame where I flick the switch and with
The dim lighting see my shadow towering and stretching over
The bodies…sleeping…holding one another
Am I still dreaming?…
Looking down and up again half expecting to see
The room change…there
The goddess with a reddened cheek from a pillow
Breathing in deeply in sleep, I also see
A flash of day’s past and the reminder of a confession
Replaying in the back of my head, I see
A feminine laughter, two, three voices together for a
Trio of joyful cries from the surprising punch line to a joke
-she's tall, dark curly/wavy hair to her shoulders...
-no matter how much crap i talk about other girls..you are the one for me..i love you so much...you are perfect for me...do you have doubts about me?
The cool and warm and earthy tones of
Bodies intertwining, lips caressing
Two hands on thighs, two with nails digging
And two drawing closer to its peak
-fair complexion
-It's like I know her or will know her...and I trust her somehow
-I don't doubt you
-maybe it’s a mirror of you
The facial expressions made when in conversation
Exposing more truths leaving me speechless
Amazement in finding another, so similar, so alike
Thoughts finished with words from her lips and visa versa
Reading minds without probing, knowing what’s there
Looking at yourself..in a different suit, spilt but whole
In another vessel…and it dawns like a freaky déjà vu
-how
-I mean, it didn't feel like 'me'
-I don't know
-maybe your alter ego
To see a beautiful slender body alongside a goddess…
The wonder and delight and surprise in that instant revelation…
So I flick the light off, past the shelled reptiles
And the glowing speck of an orb
And the watchful eye that flickers on occasion
Back to the position in my bed with
The darkened room as my hands and body stretch
Sliding behind and reaching out and around
Her sides towards her breasts in a relaxing position
Spooning her body as she spoons her body in comfort
And shelter from a bad dream of evil bicycles
And suspending in air but falling
But I fall, and yet I comfort and I fail to see
If this, my dream or reality is… or has been…or will ever be…
As I lay here, holding on to myself and no one
The domino that will allow no effect to take place
Because it’s harder to pick up the pieces
Than lining them up and making them pretty
I close my eyes and pray for a dream or to wake up
Back to where things were alright, felt alright
Wherever that may be, in my head or in my face
I lay it on your skin and rest
Mind opening and flowing into
The next matrix of illusions
Dreaming into a reality into a dream
Edited cuz I just realized I misspelled a word or two...
Tk's new and improved "GrrArgg"...Crazy? Crazy?? I do not talk to myself...it's called thinking aloud...
Tara ate her, devoured her from beneath. -The Edge of Silence giving new meaning to season seven's catch phrase.Dreams are...illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you. -Marsha NormanEdited by: tkheaven 
at: 5/27/04 6:55 am
you should get extra credit of some form or another for that alone i would think.
(sorry, had to use the banana.. haven't gotten to do that 'til now.)
do not mock my Babar... 
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