The glimpse of you that gained my eye was bathed
In golden glimmers of sunlight-streaked sweat.
Atop the hill you stood erect and raised
Your arms and stretched your length from hands to feet.
A vision to behold, Adonis come
Again, you are... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 18 Views added 10 months ago
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That was it…
That Tuesday with the torrential rains
Was the last day he was inside me.
Funny how one seldom knows
That they are making love for the last time.
The final fight attacks like a tsunami….
Or the taxicab runs a red light.
Even when... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 130 Views added 10 months ago
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They are your three syllables.
The one utterance I can never meet with dispassion.
Be it--
a pupil with purple hair answering “present”
the first person massacred in a murder mystery
a diapered newborn napping in a nursery
... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 12 Views added 10 months ago
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I cried when he shaved it off.
The soft tickle of that beard
Caressing my cheek and neck
Could cause such an ardor to
Arise within my soul that
I dreamed of nothing else.
Sex is nothing compared to that beard.
Nothing compared to falling... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 8 Views added 10 months ago
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Are you made of ice that you cannot feel my touch?
Have you caged yourself from passion,
No star, no warm body to welcome you home?
Do you fear freedom or simply yourself?
I cannot believe that is true.
Behold the Phoenix of Desire flickering... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 105 Views added 10 months ago
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The life unlived is the dream deferred.
It does not resemble a withered piece of fruit
or the gross images of draining sores,
rotting meat, or pent-up postal worker
explosions. It will never crust over.
The dream deferred is an ordinary man
... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 106 Views added 10 months ago
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hands, masculine and twitching
with youth, yours grasping mine,
in a secret, solitary dance
to a band streets away
the wind wrapping the
velvet cloak of night around us,
hiding what should not be seen
by the town’s children
no shining... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 117 Views added 10 months ago
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Tequila or Chasing the Worm
I’m chasing the worm tonight, mother,
That voracious monster lurking inside
The honey and heart,
Waiting to borrow through intestinal parts
Leaving a labyrinth of bloody tissue.
Issue me a Papal pardon
Else... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 7 Views added 10 months ago
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No one knows uncertainty like the single mother
Standing outside in her nightdress
At four in the morning with the dew-sodden
Lawn sticking to her bare feet.
Her daughter clutches the stuffed rabbit
She refused to leave behind and
Clings to... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 8 Views added 10 months ago
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My buzzing shook the Stillness
Of her Final Breath,
And ceasing to See,
Her Soul followed
The busy buzz of Death
Into... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 35 Views added 10 months ago
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Winter comes full of stars and ice.
The lights go up. The fire glows.
Christmas comes. Christmas goes.
We think of food and joy and sacrifice.
A New Year passes with foggy breath.
The world is white. The globe is clean.
The ponds ice over... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 11 Views added 10 months ago
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Tequila or Chasing the Worm
I’m chasing the worm tonight, mother,
That voracious monster lurking inside
The honey and heart,
Waiting to borrow through intestinal parts
Leaving a labyrinth of bloody tissue.
Issue me a Papal pardon
Else... – by Jeremy S. Turner | 62 Views added 10 months ago
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