The sound of your breath
on the sharp inhale
in between twinkling words
rhythmically placed
starts to heighten
an awareness inside
I start to focus
on my own rapid breathing
how hot it is
leaving a condensed
desire on my lips
how I’ve started to gasp
as you take every breath in
to your spellbinding chest
Hands
grasping at my shirt
wringing it
as if it were dripping wet
muscles painfully tense
yet when I exhale
instead of relaxing
I forcibly expel the air
becoming nothing but a speck
elbows practically
coming to a pointing touch
shoulders slumping over
in a hunch
head to knees
ass to feet
compressing until
I am completely air free
With a start
springing into a frenzy
of oxygenation
a spiral of movement
with the hyperventilating chorus
I find the light
that had been fading
from my vision
swimming through the tension
I am exuding
I rise above my own
lyrical brooding
into the atmosphere
your laughter and gentle
lilting humming
spinning vibrations
like gossamer layers
I melt through
hitting one at a time
with a swirling stir
I luxuriate in
the silken air your
words prepare
as I write my
most passionate plea
Through muscle tension
iconic shaping and
infusing every motion
with unthinking emotional gravity
arching flicks
circular whips subtly
build up a spinning momentum
as I continue to rise
sudden abdominal contractions
start midair rotations
once the gyroscopic
action has been cemented
the fluid
mirrored
grandiose movements
have mystical meaning
beyond physical positions
My outward pleadings
matching the inner
workings of my heart
a mandala of faith and pain
sent into your orbit
a sand painting built
with sharpened fingernails
tossed up
into the zero gravity
glittering diamond dust
sticking to my
tears as they float by
Each a world of experience
carried in a coated droplet
ready to burst
telling my story
in slow motion
technicolor detail
I could never reveal
until finally I rest on your
warm bosom
nestled in
the cosmic beauty
of musicality
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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