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A Dream of Honey
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A Dream of Honey In phosphorescence blue-black light he imagines her skin-fuzz bare, her eyes prepositions The exquisite coterie of sloped breasts Ascending above her bodice- there is Smoothness, a soothing ripple of Honey - He's humming, orbiting with Her bee stung lips, rapt... immobile ... Caught up- her hair scent - sky-flung aura. Superimposing one another upon a divinity Of natural phenomena - a kick dance of want Their two selves, stuck together sweetness Seeping, oozing - flights of fingertips She reclines in repose but ready and Meant to beguile, her words, he sees A black path traced upon his vision... The flight of their longing - palpable. They're traipsing dew-damp meadows Her voice a velvet buzz surrounding As if from afar, he observes her Aureolas, clover flower-suck, he can't Nectar benediction enough of them... His kisses are pollen, she catches- Feels she must partake, to stumble, to Walk upon each one, to dance, to climb. Within his chambered mind he's lusting to Feel her, she aches his perfection, to comb His mouth, her self singing caresses back Her skillful full sin mouth his he wants Victorious, his eyes, to taste and touch Her lips - his fingers contrive - her lips- To beguile, to master oblivion coerces... He is faille with the rise and fall of breath Sweat trickles over her eloquent skin Bind me up, clasp me to your hive, keep me (When you speak to me that way I'm utterly yours) Now inviting his gaze- her language, speaking He maintains his tempo, she clings to him - hears Allah calling, the voice of the prophets, her Own words want - demand him - ride him harder... White sanguine liquor flow, tasting her fuck. ---------------------------------------- Bees symbolize eloquence , speech, and intelligence. In Hebrew, the word for bee, Dbure, has its origins in the word Dbr, speech. As organizers of the universe between earth and sky, bees symbolize all vital principles, and embody the soul. All the prophets refer to honey in the Scriptures. Within the Bible, speech is honey- at times, it represents softness, justice, virtue or divine goodness. The Koran uses holy terms to talk of bees and honey : "Honey is the first blessing that God gave the earth." Virgil calls honey the celestial gift of the dew, dew itself being a symbol of initiation. Honey even designates supreme bliss and the state of Nirvana. Symbol of all sweetness, the honey of knowledge creates the happiness of mankind. In modern psychoanalytical thinking, honey symbolizes the "higher self" , the ultimate consequence of work on one's inner self. As the result of the transmutation of ephemeral pollen into a delicious food of immortality, honey symbolizes the transformation by initiation, the conversion of the soul, and the complete integration of the person. Image by: Marjorie Baldwin Greene       |
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Dear Mr. DWS, I love the line "exact in the sacred act," You write beautifully. Too beautifully for me to make a bee pun, and diminish my praise by humorous effect. Sigh, MT
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Dear Ms. MT, This visual-verbal picture-poem of yours makes me so honey-mad, abuzz. I want to gambol out into a garden, and come home with a new Eve, and tempt her with tongue and touch into becoming petal-open and honeyed up for me, the two of us pollinating madly. This is one of my favorite poems of yours, and I must re-read it and comment on it again. It has such an infolding and layering of metaphor that it is an orchid, a rose, in design, and I just want to look at it, smell it, taste it, and arouse all my senses through it, without daring to unfold it too much. The visual is one of the most erotic I've seen on Local Sexy Swingers, or anywhere. It has me with more envy than ever to be a woman, to feel those circuits, all those hot wires, all lit up. Have you seen John Camreon Mitchell's movie "Shortbus." The conclusion of the film offers the only comparable image to this one; its final scene is the lighting up of the island of Manhattan after a black out. I will leave the analogy for you to discover and appreciate if you have not seen this movie. By the way, I see you capable of writing a sequel to this movie. Thank you, most dear kind heart kindred spirit from afar who is always near. You say something that makes me think of an interesting tangent. If someone has a sex change operation to become a woman, will their bodies have the orgasms of a woman? How much of the women's orgasm goes into one being a woman? How about women who don't have an orgasm. How much of our gender is defined by our type of orgasm? Further into this musing- the man this poem is for/about/inspired by...has multiple male orgasms. Christy has written about this, I don't recall (honestly, and sorry) if you yourself have had one or more of these. A few men I've been with have. It's a miracle-within-a-miracle. I deeply long to be in this man's arms, to feel him shuddering below or above or behind me, over and over, we two both feeling ALL our circuits. Yes, it's like that. MT
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2/23/2010 11:58 am |
Dear Ms. MT, This visual-verbal picture-poem of yours makes me so honey-mad, abuzz. I want to gambol out into a garden, and come home with a new Eve, and tempt her with tongue and touch into becoming petal-open and honeyed up for me, the two of us pollinating madly. This is one of my favorite poems of yours, and I must re-read it and comment on it again. It has such an infolding and layering of metaphor that it is an orchid, a rose, in design, and I just want to look at it, smell it, taste it, and arouse all my senses through it, without daring to unfold it too much. The visual is one of the most erotic I've seen on Local Sexy Swingers, or anywhere. It has me with more envy than ever to be a woman, to feel those circuits, all those hot wires, all lit up. Have you seen John Camreon Mitchell's movie "Shortbus." The conclusion of the film offers the only comparable image to this one; its final scene is the lighting up of the island of Manhattan after a black out. I will leave the analogy for you to discover and appreciate if you have not seen this movie. By the way, I see you capable of writing a sequel to this movie.
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The earliest stars in the universe formed not only as individuals, but sometimes also as twins ...To make this discovery... researchers created an extremely detailed computer simulation of early star formation. Into this virtual universe they sprinkled primordial gas and dark matter as it existed soon after the Big Bang...As ... researchers watched their simulated universe evolve, waves of gas and dark matter swirled through the hot, dense universe. As the universe cooled, gravity began to draw the matter together into clumps. In areas rich with matter, stars began to form. And, in one out of the researchers' five simulations, a single cloud of dust and dark matter formed into "twin" stars...Understanding the very early stars helps us understand what we see today. It even helps explain how and when some of the atoms now on earth and in our bodies were first formed. (gleaned and reorganized from Science Daily dot com,release #090709170805)
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Dude. I am not sure we can still blame the nyquil? R u still sucking it down? Or is this your brain not on drugs (Nancy Reagan)? bottle of nyquil $6 box of kleenex $2 bag of cough drops $4 being able to breath and speak properly again - priceless yes, I read yo blogityblog MT
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Dear Mr. Aura of Sex, Thank you~ Say, I have a question... do you enjoy it better to see the lil postings at the end of the 'research' I found? I do this for just about any or every poem, I just don't usually think to include it with the work. Because I was using so much honey vernacular (and it was hard to avoid 'buzz,' 'comb,' or 'hive,' being cheesy BUT I hope I succeeded?) I wanted to give it a little dollop of the esoteric as a balance. Was this part of what you felt 'spoke' to you or was this bit irrelevant? Just curious, MT
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