Jason PraTT

sacred
secret
my ears, your words
getting along so damn well;
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palm trees, snow white leaves and pink debris
rose petals pushed along the blowing paths
focusing my approach on nature and dreams
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she was the speech I was speaking of
thus the hide her words shall sway
not within love, lustful instead about pages
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yonder darkfromtheeyeswithin gradually of a
somewhat distancing kiss from a nightingale - spiraling
her smiles looking picturesque and beautiful under
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This is the moment, kept still, my creed
Revealed in the reviewed scene observed
And to summon from the shadows, the encore
The following bows that once were anticipated
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The mourning lullabies, gathering in colorful numbers
The empty dreams that my mind seem to lose track of
While my soul, silently slumbers, into the empty darkness
And the echoes of the outside world, are softly left behind
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I placed our friendship into my pocket
Still close to my clutch whenever I need it
Still, not so easily to grab a hold of, nowadays
However, my faith in your smile remains
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Whereas the Sumner’s tales are finally ending
Whereas the birds that flock are fledged and flown
And the dryness of the leaves strew the path of fog
Within the falling of the pelting raindrops
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I wouldn’t say I that write a lot of poems, but the things that I write about
are understood by you
I was thinking about reading this one to you, but I didn’t think
that the sentiment would be the same if I did
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come on and go with me for a moment
if you would please, there’s nothing
special about this trip, except for your
company that i require for the duration
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previous written in latter
years under the guise of
another personality cut from
the same cloth through diff-
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best described as t h i c k
brick house with a built-in
balcony and acres of backyard
measurements are something
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music sways her breasts
vibrant in the mood swing
of her thighs
the crisp velvet in her deceit
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hello harlot, your heinie
right here
in the middle
of my heavy view
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your beauty:
unbelievable
my eyes, mesmerized
the poems that
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the nightly silence is what
lures me into dreams
bare and bidding the thoughts
keen and careful
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I have stained my soul with scarlet colors, thus this work
The ballad of merlot and mandolins, the bliss is midnight blue
The deep black is but her hungry delight
Thus I dye her desires a darker scarlet within the foils of my flesh
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As your lover, I lingered
with fondling fingers
along your waistline
admiring your splendid curves
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Movement I: Bait

I have called you forth
To undress your fabrics of time
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She lifts my eyes to consider more sweetly the alluring logic of her sway
Absolute in her twilight thighs, simply to strut back and forth in my view
While my thoughts crawl throughout the perception of her pleasures
Upon the pleasant poetry that her body composes within her every footstep
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