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N2urSoul

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As I arrive at home
my senses are
describing the
unexplainable ~
guiding my steps
as I entered the
house ~ shaping my
thoughts

There were distinctive
scents that filled several
rooms in our home

aloe
and eucalyptus --
-- maybe even a hint of
sweet cicesly
which
christened the foyer

crumbled bath salts
lined
the hallway
floor and
stuck to the
bottom of
my bare feet
as I
passed over
them-- they told
me stories of deceit
and I tried not to listen

I followed
the broken
aroma
of Bay Rum
that misted
the air and it lured me
to our private
resting place

and the closer
I got to the
bedroom I could
feel the droplets
sprinkling
my body
with bitter-thick
accents of a
liquored rain forest

I was ~ absorbed

For it was my senses
that described the
unexplainable that
day... ~
shaping my thoughts -
molding my uneasy sway

...but
before I could digest
all that I took in
I made my
way to the bedroom--
reaching out my
hand to turn the
stiff knob
opening the naughty-pine
wooden door

The other senses I own
did not prepare me for
what the 'line of sight'
had in store

You and ... she
were ... ~~



(c) 2001 SOULOFASISTA
 
Cindy

I'm glad you like this poem... however it's "fiction"....
this scenario has never happened to me personally...

I am capturing thoughts and images
of things that "could" happen or that
"are" possible ... and expanding them out--
working on thinking "outside of the box"...
but yet, making things seems very real and
tangible to readers...

So if it touched you -- that's great...
but remember, not everything a writer
writes -- means that it has to have happend
to them directly ~

My personal life experiences are always
going to be limited in some form or fashion,
so I tend to draw on ideas...possibilities...etc.


Thanks for the love though gurl!!
 
THE SIXTH(SICK) SENSE

...I sensed deceit
in tangled garments
musky pheremones and
moans "other than my own"
wafted in on
black love incense
and the "Isley Brothers"
greatest hits
serenaded
the reality of
our love faded
you two
braded together
like......

disconnected
I pull out...full of hate
the chrome ....38
you say....

WAIT !!!


.......too late.....


On A Continuous Journey
GYPSYMAN
 

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