Amorpho ~ Fly 2

This has certainly set my imagination into fantasy mode. I see two draggon, male, female, locked in a fierce love-making battle. Rosina xena465

I couldnt sleep ... I am sure you know why but the drugs are good ;) pmsl !! I cant see me sleeping tonight sooo I thought I might try and write if I can make any sense lol Freemasons their symbol ... thats an Ouroboros yes ?? or am I thinking of a different thing , will look at the link later I am cooking something up got a idea was laying in bed and it wouldnt leave me alone .. anyway I ahve rambled enough hope your having a good day ... there’s a pearl growing in my mouth I am under construction bend with me these tall grasses smooth away the shifting sand did you think I was easy to bear the weight of? did you think I’d be your own undoing when (you-r) hands held me naked with your need? I loved those first two stanzas they are soothing to me dont ask me why they just are you is that meant to be your ? Love and biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

Dear dear Jayne, I can see, feel and understand the reason you felt soothed, it is the soft surface of the pearl its naked beauty, without malice, innocent and beautifully sheened with colours that sends its song,its sensation of peaceful joy out into the world like the tears of great leaders of religions and the great omnipotent animals and insects of the world, their shining dazzling your mind into a waking mode, as would the rising of the early morning sun, in its pastel tints and delicate atmosphere of warmth. The pearl, I haven't yet seen the links, but so far, I have experienced the soft silky seduction through the blaze of your copulation to the serene simplicity of non existence with, the lovely weight of layer on layer of light making the passage of the moon visible to us all. Round you neck and in your mouth fully physically involved and beautiful. Be back my sister with the silky sheets of natures wisdom steering your course as the sails of a great tall ship through life's most sacred private act. Love Ann

The poem is a festival of fire, very picturesque and descriptive, played to the fullest. I can see the sparks from faraway, and it's obvious for all to know a master poet is in love once again. Sincerely, Hugo

Thank you. let not this corpse flower die in vain, die without being held on your tongue, round and smooth, beautiful, now placed around your neck like a chain, linking litanies of the moon rising. Another proof of inspiration! Brian

It reads like it wants to be read aloud some I can muse over sitting here or at the Northgate or downtown Euphoria where all the other salt of the earths hang out and I dont read at the library anymore because they have very basic systems which are slow and decrepit and Im spoiled with colour and flair and flat screens and I can slouch to my hearts content here without tripping anyone always look forward to your poems and this one has much power in its voice I love dragon myths thank you

This gardener whos heart is not formed by the flower dies before the bloom. B

the dead, like a cancer it all looks, bright in color (in flower?) What a paradox! Come, when the moon shows, and I will hang it all around your neck ! You get to me nicely Anna.. ty Mark "some things change, some things do not"

Excellent imagery, pattern and flow cannot be faulted. I experienced a flowering of Amorphophallus titanum many years ago, in its native land. The sight of it is astonishing and grotesquely beautiful, but the smell is...breathtaking...and I do not mean in a sweet or fragrant way. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

What a vigorous exploration of the complexities of love! (When we hold another "naked in our hands" we do well to consider that this kind of doing indeed carries the danger of our undoing.) I like the pearly-gate--as both entry and exit.

loved the first verse most, very limpid, also like 'litanies of the moon', not so taken with the blood thirsty parts. Not as subtle,reckon you could tighten those middle verses some.

Raw beauty, not often beheld, is this. Bravo! Victor

our wings entangle and we fall. blood thirsty…..you and I are blood thirsty [how about making the second bloodthirsty one word? Methinks it would add a little punch] My wings spread wide, I request, ma'am, the honour of a place on your dance card. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible