Poetry and micro-stories

The Jaguar

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The Jaguar
You are a work of art, she thought,
as she silently watched his jaguar body
slowly turn and crouch.
It fascinated her to see how his every movement
displayed a potent sexuality so powerful
that her body betrayed feigned indifference.
Sensitive to his energy even from a distance,
her skin tingled as that energy surged through her flesh
suddenly charged with deep, fierce passions
that left her amazed and bewildered…
Her panther heart laughed secretly
as she gazed at the wonder of him,
reminding herself—
it’s just art appreciation, that’s all.
November, 1996 revised May, 2004, January, 2006

Long Ago and Far Away

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Long Ago and Far Away
“Regarde, mais ne touche pas” he told himself
whenever she appeared before him
with that bewitching love in her sad eyes.
This wench had powers that made him fear her kiss
more than a bloody seige on his castle,
for already she’d invaded his dreams
and captured his imagination.
Then there were those mysterious awakenings
and yearnings in the night
driving him crazy with desire.
Sometimes he imagined her in his chambers—
imagined her invisible, starry body merged with his.
Worse still, he’d felt the first stirrings of love
for this strange, enchanting woman.
Yes, the magnetic beauty of her comely face
and the subtle seductions of her body’s grace
posed a dangerous threat to all that he had—
his heart, his mind, his family, his possessions…
The dark knight resolved then and there
he must kill her with indifference—
a look quite clear in its intended meaning.
First, a cruel, contemptuous glare,
then a cold and empty stare…
“Regarde, mais ne touche pas!”
November, 1996 revised May, 2004

Telepathic Mail

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Telepathic Mail
in a flash of thought
we send each other mail—
love mail, hate mail, debt mail, junk mail—
opened or unopened—all kinds of mail
others can read too—knowingly or not—
this energy-mail of thought
February, 1992 revised April, 2004

Round Table

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Round Table
From ancient mists of Avalon we rise,
our souls robed in new flesh and blood disguise.
We taste of tears and laughter once again,
drinking adventure tales of joy and pain.
August, 1992