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FEBRUARY 2, 2013 2:34PM

precipitation

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Snow falling straight down here would be rain in the tropics 

Drops of mango turned to ice

Under a creamy white canopy of green gleaming leaves 

Teeth tearing y ojos entreabiertos staring as rubbed

Warm palms pressed into my back. 
 
But tonight is tamped down tight

Dressed up deep in smooth moon and starlight

Snowman wine, weighty and fine warms my spine

Heat soaked and held

 

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I think about this constantly. This hued difference, the deafening parakeet-ed chaos of green and red and blue and yellow and everything-in-between, the music-between-hips-and-thighs, the beat-beat-beat of every car in passing, the heat that never really goes away vs the blanket of white, the grey of storms-in-waiting, the clean of cold, the smell of snow, the pinprick needles of minus whatever iron maidens in flesh.
let us drink Algis' champagne then, and toast our mettle, since we must come clean, be it by sweat or by snow...
i'd have tried harder to find something beautiful and wise to say, but i'm following vanessa, who said it all. warm hands against my back is a thought that's going to stay with me a long while, catch. many, many thanks for this.
Gorgeous - thank you. Long time comin', too.
Warm palms pressed into my back.



But tonight is all white


Dressed up deep in smooth moon and starlight


I am holding on to heat soaked and held. For all I have tonight. So good to read you.
But tonight is all white

Dressed up deep in smooth moon and starlight

Snowman wine, weighty and fine

Warms my spine

Heat soaked and held.


Tonight is all white... oh yes..
aflote en la lluvia horas después,
riesgo al azar...
azucar en la boca de fruta exprimida,
corazón en gotas...
y ese ojo indómito que nos pegaba tan duro
con tanto ardor azulado...
le pagamos en moneda de plata bien pura
a su compinche la luna...
a vela con rostro oscuro.
.


(un abrazo y besito, poeta)
thanks, rita. wish I could be around more...

saludos, sailor. Frutas, agua y palabras y estamos bien bien, friend ~
You and me, we want the same thing, j.p. hart ~
Great to see you back, and while more sensuous words and poetry.