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  1. Peach Fuzz

    Peach Fuzz

    I lay among the groves
    see the tree tops spanning above
    limbs interlocked, filtering the sun
    so only the most gentle warmth
    may kiss with a lovers
    welcome lips upon my skin

    Soft the grass beneath me
    a thousand little fingers
    probing sensually with gentle strokes
    over a million responsive
    nerve endings

    The coolness of the wind
    a tongue to lap across
    every inch
    ...

    Updated 08-20-2008 at 09:25 PM by Dark Muse

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  2. greatest weight ( a poem )

    Today I felt the greatest love and weight.
    But Yesterday I felt it too,
    For what tomorrow do I now wait?
    Cynical thoughts have entered my mind,
    Thoughts supported by evil demons.
    Are they trying to trap me?
    Because at the same time I feel all sensations turned into one;
    I'm breathing, but also drinking, swimming and flying all at once.
    I don't feel anymore,
    Because when I felt the greatest love and weight,
    Or several days before, ...
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  3. Haircut

    I had gotten my haircut today. Now I have been going to the same person for the last couple of years. She had warned me that she had a lot of garlic last night so if I smell garlic I would know why. At first I didn't smell anything but as soon as she started to cut my hair, the stench became unbearable. I did everything I could from being sick. It was a good thing that I had breakfast hours before or else I think it would have come up. I didn't want to say anything to make her feel worse but ...
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  4. Anatomy of a Sweater II

    I just finished the back to the sweater I'm working on, which I've now dubbed the "garden" sweater, and thought I'd share the progress. Here's the back fresh off the needles:



    As you can see, the fabric tends to roll up, and the stitches of the pattern look a little uneven. To make the wool hang right for a garment, you have to block it, which means first pinning it ...
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  5. Lady Rose

    Lady Rose

    She was a rose not yet in bloom
    within the shadows a delicate flower
    golden feathers woven through her loom
    from her place within the garden tower

    Ghostly white she dances neath the moon
    a nightingale provides sweetly the tune
    smile ripens upon her rose bud lips
    only of nectar she takes slow sips

    Updated 08-20-2008 at 09:26 PM by Dark Muse

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