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shaded under dusty olives, enough gardening to cultivate your Latin roots, or: Lutra lutra

on another layer, it's still about writing

in response to 3 comments for Alhambra by the same author, excerpted below:

" . . . cooled the hot Andalucian sun and carried it off into arched spaces shaded like the olive trees we would eat paella . . . "

"My angel is merciless to dream in perfect whispers
she shushes me to heaven with less than definition
an infinite elation within flashes of desperation
not sparing me a notion of deliverance from fascination

hunger wings away from me except for longing's pangs
my body left untended until fed by sleepless blending
into tender assignations with a thousand stand-in signs
dissatisfying servants of a presence ever pending"

and finally,

" . . . languid assurance and refined indulgence at play here . . . Desire smiles slightly and writes a note to self. Dilettante dilatare delectare."

which led to:

shaded under dusty olives, enough gardening to cultivate your Latin roots, or: Lutra lutra

imperator, mea culpa
ignorant of command, innocent and contrite
iam not unwilling, but yes, distracted
and have neglected
awash in surf, and singing
treading water in salty legacies

. . . . . but stay! tarry! linger!

heeding imperatives
. . . . . go! go! go!
importunate entreaties

I'll expand and
. . . . . dive! dive! dive!
5 full fathoms, thallisinus, my chest on fire
trailing kelp to seek out treasure
each kick propels me in desire

non sequitur, lector
not to follow the reader
secuutus
he will be seeing

what is enigma within crusted abalone
prised open reveals irridescence

revolving to the surface, bursting
backstroke, tethered, this otter plunders
secret, tender flesh all briny
- I sink my teeth in -
tantillus, lingua delectata
and lick, delicious
to slake my lust with something shiny

- kmf (RedSonja, aka RunswithScissors)

and

irridescent --> inreto: irreto:

ensnared, entrapped, entangled

and happy as a clam

encountering others willing to contemplate our own navels

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