inspirational lace

[saw]

colors that lean toward fantasy
marriages of lines at graphic altars...
perfect curves not only at the hips
proportions of dali-effervescence

bubbles of imagination float...
it all unfolds as it should at that moment
follow the muse that speaks like a whispering oracle
read between the wondrous scenes

forget about Sam Shepard
write your own plays, see the sculpted face of the protagonist
in the rocks above the horizon, blue agave eyes,
killer sunset smile, soul deep as the canyon

what magic was that,
what random sparks
welded together into a bonfire of poetic light
tune in....turn that dial to the cliffs of white chiffon

inspiration lies with the undergarments,
peel back the layers of wisdom
document what your hand feels running along
the lace

[mtmynd]

Fine write, Steve!

[saw]

thanx Cecil

[saw]

may I return to the lace
revisit the silky thighs of imagination
unfettered by the critics that would damn
the process as I feel it.....
relax in the satin evening where poets lie
with imaginary lovers