Image

plant your sensitive fingertips

on my shoulders

stroke in the vernal curving vines of lushness

move them gingerly down

my spine's intrique

let my ribs flower

with your exotic heated design

leafy wanderings and viney expressions

of such sensibility and rare delight that

my tender flesh ripples eagerly at the fine

and lush pagan florals of your imagery

large open juicy petals grow fiercely

in the small of my back rooting

and their the tendrils seek that slivered

space below to grow and dance in

and soon reach out to the circular identity

of my hips with fast growing abandon

take hold my arms capturing and intwining

surrendering my frontal landscape

with hardened nipples fair

to center the new flowers resting there

fresh leaves that wind endlessly down

into such wetness that waterlilies may grow in

plunging thru it's natural spring with swiftness

to complete the scene

that brings the gardner to his knees

eyes bright chest heaving

for no other can compare

to his carefully tended garden

yikes...me and Georgia O Keefe

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Radical Uterus July 1, 2011 @ 2:14 p.m.

Eighteenth century porn in 2011.How unlike anything else vying for our attention. Good Job!

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nan shartel July 1, 2011 @ 2:23 p.m.

ah well DG...i told u i needed a keeper...Georgia doesn't do the best job and i kinda got overcome by the heat out here in Lakeside ;-D

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richzombie July 2, 2011 @ 8:53 a.m.

glad to have seen the above comments ...wasn't exactly sure how to describe - well lets just say i am at the beach and was feeling the heat too - rz

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nan shartel July 2, 2011 @ 9:54 a.m.

i understand rz...this poem does have perspiration evoking panache...from time to time i just don't rein the words in and this was one of those times...i actually like the wording very well...it reminds me of Mona Lisa's smile ;-D

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quillpena July 2, 2011 @ 10:37 a.m.

Whoa! Is it hot in here or is it just, nan? I think i need a cold shower. Nice work, nan.

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GasparMedeiros July 2, 2011 @ 10:44 a.m.

the word that now comes to mind is - evocative. works for me is what i like to say . also i had just a wee bit earlier jotted down some notes and was surprised i used the word panache . even in your replies you have a way with words . have a nice 4th of july weekend !

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nan shartel July 2, 2011 @ 10:46 a.m.

it's just nan Quill...knowing the weather is 2 warm for hot house orchids and not giving a d*mn...hahahahahahahahaha

~~where did i put that fan??~~

hahahahahahahahahaha

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nan shartel July 2, 2011 @ 10:51 a.m.

thx Gaspar...what a lovely evocative name...and panache on the mind of 2 writers here today...coinkydinky...i think not!! ;-D

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Twister July 2, 2011 @ 9:13 p.m.

Nin, Parker, Millay, Brown, Nan.

No, no, Di-ana, this is not porn--porn is a psychotic symptom of and underlying cultural condition.

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nan shartel July 3, 2011 @ 1:46 p.m.

~~compliments so replete bring blushes~~

thank you Twister

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Twister July 3, 2011 @ 3:55 p.m.

CORRECTED/AMENDED COPY (apologies for the error):

Nin, Parker, Millay, Brown, Nan.

'No, no, Di-ana, this is not porn--porn is a psychotic symptom of an underlying cultural condition. The distinction is crucial. Pleasure is not a "sin," but it is deficient in this (and other) culture(s) self-described as "advanced" or superior.'

PS: No, no, Nan, the blushes are not an original sin, but a kind of peak-experience that comes when one reaches or has reached and acknowledged that one's wellsprings have been tapped. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, enjoy without guilt or pride.

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nan shartel July 3, 2011 @ 11:47 p.m.

the blushes were for the writing compliment Twister

they weren't the whole body kind...but again thx ;-D

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