Tag: butterflies

a cheeky, cheeky, goal

It is my Goal to make you Squirm,
my Goal to make you giggly,
oh so wriggly,
to catch you ‘neath my thumb;
‘twixt your pleas of glees,
and your moans of hums… […]

A Cheeky, Cheeky Goal
(to make you Squirm) v.4

It is my Goal to make you Squirm,
my Goal to make you giggly, 
                                               oh so wriggly,
to catch you ‘neath my thumb;
‘twixt your pleas of glees,  
                                          and your moans of hums…
Ah, that is my Goal,
                                   to make you Squirm -deliriously…


Yes… …I’ll wait to come for you…
if you’ll do this favor by answering 
my invitation of a shared surrender:

          I’m talking of
          Rollicks and Romps, thru Sweet-Glistening-Meadows –
          Rollercoasting along Tender-Mountains and Shimmery-Valleys,
          and Exclamations of earUpting ecstasies! 
          –
          (with breathless pants of pure-true-pleasures,
          and all our sighs… our soft sighs – 
          our sound sighs – our spiritual sighs,
          our symphony of simply sensual sanctity…)

Yes, it is my Goal to make you Squirm,
my Goal to impact a part of my Passion,
_to treat your body as rich as a mansion_
because, yes, it is my Goal, it is my Honor, 
to make you Squirm, to make you Soar…

06/02/09
M. L. Michael

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PT (physical therapy) @ Warm springs

lucky me!
today at PT there was a new girl fluttering around,
a student, apparently, a golden student, a smiling student,
a someone student worth something more,
and when I found myself pushing past my limit and
fatiguing the world way out, I had an epiphany; […]

PT (Physical Therapy) @ Warm Springs

lucky me!
today at PT there was a new girl fluttering around,
a student, apparently, a golden student, a smiling student,
a someone student worth something more,
and when I found myself pushing past my limit and
fatiguing the world way out, I had an epiphany;
what every PT patient needs
is a golden, smiling, someone student
to coach and cheer them on.

07/05/08
M. L. Michael

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Safe sex

I made love to her when she wasn’t looking,
when her back was turned I fell pen to paper
and composed this poem like an act of passion-playing.
…I took my time to drink her up;
and like a bourbon shiver down the spine
,
her ravenette beauty inebriated the best of me
into a fervor of jesus! shouting! jubilee! […]

Safe Sex

I made love to her when she wasn’t looking,
when her back was turned I fell pen to paper
and composed this poem like an act of passion-playing.
…I took my time to drink her up;
and like a bourbon shiver down the spine,
her ravenette beauty inebriated the best of me
into a fervor of jesus! shouting! jubilee!

Peering from this journal,
I studied hard her shape
& fantasized l_o_n_g her form,
I searched for metaphors in the shadows of the norm.
And with these eyes closed,
I imagined these words are these fingers,
surfing all her skin,
and with these eyes closed,
I dreamt these rhymes are these lips,
savoring all the sin.

So, I made love to her when she wasn’t looking…
I did it all with this pen and paper.

06/28/08
M. L. Michael

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ABCD

a bee sees Dee
and says – lordy, lordy!
you’re the sweetest honey
my many eyes did ever see.
can i bottle you up and
take you home,[…]

ABCD

a bee sees Dee
and says – lordy, lordy! 
you’re the sweetest honey
my many eyes did ever see.
can i bottle you up and
take you home,
and can i tell the hive i found 
the oh-so sweetest golden 
that beekind has ever known?

02/22/08-----06/07/08
M. L. Michael

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one more night…

One more night lying awake,
dreaming about your form bare,
fitting against me like a puzzle piece,
and how your belly curves against mine
,
and your chest presses against my lungs drawing you in,[…]

one more night…

One more night lying awake, 
dreaming about your form bare,
fitting against me like a puzzle piece,
and how your belly curves against mine,
and your chest presses against my lungs drawing you in,
and there as I drift back out, your ebb pulls me back in,
there as you drift back out, my ebb is ready to pull you back in,
and forever, 
and ever again.

One more night lying awake,
dreaming about your idea bare,
fitting against me like the yin to my yang,
describing your subtle ways of picking me up
as I spend all my time falling over you,
and this is the dance we share always, 
and forever,
and ever again.



  4/13/08
M. L. Michael

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an ode to the flavor of the moment

My god, I hate to sound cliché
but, good god, you made my heart swoon
you made my legs sway.
I can easily imagine you a splendiferous stone sculpture,
with all the kinds of beauty man could ever hope to capture,
And I can easily see you as some holy aura from above,
A soul to spread their wings – like wide as lovely love.[…]

An Ode to the Flavor of the Moment


My god, I hate to sound cliché
but, good god, you made my heart swoon
you made my legs sway.
I can easily imagine you a splendiferous stone sculpture,
with all the kinds of beauty man could ever hope to capture,
And I can easily see you as some holy aura from above,
A soul to spread their wings - like wide as lovely love.

And all you did was cross my vision,
and everhence I’ve been smitten,
and eversince I have written,
about you my Juliet, about you my Helen,
you my chariot, 
you my guide to the here-in-now heaven.

Darling don’t you know you are this treasure I chanced across: unique –
You’re the vision my eyes spied to find a radiance of brilliance: mystique.  
When all you did was cross my vision,
and inspired in me a sweeter kind of livin’,
Where I’m all whirly-dizzied trying to shake you from my head,
Until, hey, wait, lookee there,
here comes the next flavor ready to take your stead.

2/17/08
M. L Michael

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a daughter of the 9

yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many – and hopefully mine,
a body that moves with an intensity like fire,
one that inspires within me such a long desire,
to grab her around by the waist-
and throw ourselves around – posthaste.[…]

a daughter of the 9 

yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many – and hopefully mine,
a body that moves with an intensity like fire,
one that inspires within me such a long desire,
to grab her around by the waist-
and throw ourselves around - posthaste.
 
yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many - and hopefully mine,
the way she enthuses with her purest voice,
and instills within me a spirit to totally rejoice,
'cuz in her I've found a sound to stir my soul, 
in her I've found a sound that adds to my whole.
 
yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many – and hopefully mine,
a lover of the word,  and a dreamer of the 'morrow,
in the way that she casts her light against my sorrow,
and here I have someone that speaks my language,
here I have someone to share some of this bondage.
 
yeah she is a daughter of the 9,
a muse of many – and hopefully mine,
she's the writer, the singer, or the dancer, 
she’s the mover, the shaker, the speaker; she’s the enhancer.
yeah a daughter of the 9 is one I want in my life,
the one to back me up through the rest of life's strife.   
 
 -2-3-08-
M. L. Michael

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she found me with my head down

she found me with my head down,
with the weight of a wanting world weighing heavily
and my thoughts running dark spirals down my heart.
she spoke my name in a melody more meaningful than any note,
pulling me to the surface, breaking through the murk of my malaise,
she’s a beacon, the light to guide me to safety.
which makes me wonder, am I dreaming? can she really be talking to me?[…]

she found me with my head down

she found me with my head down,
with the weight of a wanting world weighing heavily
and my thoughts running dark spirals down my heart.
she spoke my name in a melody more meaningful than any note,
pulling me to the surface, breaking through the murk of my malaise,
she’s a beacon, the light to guide me to safety.
which makes me wonder, am I dreaming? can she really be talking to me?
with her angelic smile, her cherubic oaken eyes, as pure as the joy she inspires,
she asks me what is wrong, and I struggle to find a reason
when moments ago I was drowning in them.
I forget all about the weight and I think only of Life.
great, glorious, Life. 
the sweet birdsong, the artistry of a sunset, 
everything good is magnified by her presence,
beautiful is just a word. she is the living embodiment,
by effortlessly being, she makes being, effortless. 

11/24/07
M. L. Michael

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‘she’ remains undefined

she brings to mind a frozen time,
when we played outside with Winnie the Pooh,
or stayed inside with Scooby Doo.
without meaning to, she smiles, and she inspires,
a time ago, when you set up yarn lines from branch to branch
and readied four tiny plastic green men for their launch.
you let them go. you watch her go.
every which way is beautiful.[…]

‘she’ remains undefined

she brings to mind a frozen time,
when we played outside with Winnie the Pooh,
or stayed inside with Scooby Doo.
     without meaning to, she smiles, and she inspires,
     a time ago, when you set up yarn lines from branch to branch
     and readied four tiny plastic green men for their launch.
you let them go. you watch her go. 
every which way is beautiful.

she brings to mind a frozen time,
when the golden-green density of a summer day,
taught us the freedom from living in a flexible way.
without meaning to, she smiles, and she inspires,
every wish or dream you’ve left desired.
and despite what I have in mind,
she remains undefined..
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12=14=06
M. L. Michael

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vulgar: (her name is anyone)

she had a tattoo just below her belly:
it was a dictionary definition that read:
“a strong, positive emotion of love,
regard, and affection. (an antonym of hate)”

those were the letters inked just above
her sparsest patch of hair,
and etched deeper over her heart.[…]

vulgar: (her name is anyone)

	
she had a tattoo just below her belly:
it was a dictionary definition that read:
“a strong, positive emotion of love,
regard, and affection. (an antonym of hate)”

those were the letters inked just above 
her sparsest patch of hair,
and etched deeper over her heart.

she had a tattoo just below her belly.
which made me weary 
to bring my love home.
it was just a sentence i already knew,
but it still made me weary,
to take away what i knew meant more.

…all she asks is you know that definition
before you follow that trail in;
she doesn’t ask if you believe it or not, 
but it is clear she wishes you acknowledge it
before you follow that trail in.

because penetration is more penetrating
when love is left undefined…

M. L. Michael 
07-03-06

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