I8Brainiac's blog: "Thursday's Poem"

Kimberly's poem. MD Johnson July 2007 Soon the urge will over take you, sweetheart To take me, your friend Into your arms and never let me go. Soon the urge will inundate you To caress my longing form With the tenderness of your soul. Soon the urge will wash you To feel my fireworks Exploding deep within your well of existence; For you have found I am the form of your lifelong exigency, I am the craving of your mortal ardor, I am your entire embodied answer, You have hunted your whole life for. Come and drink of life's most loving pond, Reflecting the craving in your middle that is me; Do with this willing man what you desire most, For only with the fulfilling of your personal dreams Will we find our heavenly contract Which the angels labeled 'us'.

Softly crept the night worm Secure in its mission of love To tie together yet another pair With false whispers more tender Than words which fall from above. Yet the night worm Would find this night This pair would not succumb For in this world of mighty doubt They were far from being dumb. The night worm crept upon the pillow Ready to lie to his hearts content But found there already a bond Made of love wound long ago beneath the wind swept willow. He opened his mouth to speak And found every word he spoke Was the honest loving truth And his mission soon became broke Who was this couple So long in love So strong it could not break? Why my love its you and I And now its time to celebrate!

Zeus's Toy April 2005 MDJ Oh, my feet have grown roots into this carpet! A sudden striking of your Aphroditian beauty Befuddles and bewilders me! Here, within these halls of eating, Where all expect everything bland Upon inspection, even mundane; To find you! Such exceptionally rare and exquisite visual repasts, Calls for more self control Than any man alive may condone! Are you the gods, play toy? A being carved not from flesh Rather the unrestrained desires of immortals Incarnated to drive the normal man mad? Zeus must have called to the 7 corners of the world Requiring a full pantheon of goddesses divine attributes To pose while he chiseled alabaster marble, Painted midnight stars into your hair Laughing when he breathed life into you, A walking talking breathing incomparable statue Designed to melt the race of mens hearts! Your every step and bounce An ache to the wandering soul Of every male within eyesight; Hearing church bells ring without a breeze At the sound of your voice! Such wanton merriment has he played with our lives While he cast a mortal twin to the beauty of the moon Setting you free to roam the halls of time In grace and fulfillment. Is it any wonder then, why men Such as I, lose their speech Nor control their movements around you? For you are all they will ever long for As the Gods have ordained we must never obtain, But stay rooted to this carpet till our death of ages comes Or you in timeless elegance learn to release us.