'lips' timothy r gates, 7/16/2009
it is those
lips
from between
these
whispers are squeezed
it is those
lips
from between
these
wisps are heard,
if near enough
if dear enough
if hear-ing enough
it is those, these,
lips
from which i
sing
spring
ping
ding
stop and do nothing
but
linger
from these
lips,
when i,
for a second,
am quiet,
hear.
'nature's children' timothy r gates, 7/15/2009
ran through the lilies
irises
pine cones under my feet,
left dimples, pressed in
on the hill side,
singing everything recalled,
then singing
everything not recalled
the other two hills sang
back
and, me, too, back
yellow, offset with
blood red imprints
charcoal nose indentions
even the weeds hymned,
snow beards blown from their stems
nature's children
leaped, swirled, skipped
sat.
we still
do.
'body electric' timothy r gates, 7/14/2009
body electric,
but of course,
hunger fed
insatiably satiated
secrets never closed
to all
held by some
too long
till
opened
heard
known
to hell with the bs
heaven's bliss, present
when secrets
are baptized
envisioned
illusions throw away
delusions,
hypnotized
mystery
of the sublime
touch
now
free.
open your eyes,
nothing changed,
other than, now,
seeing.
it is those
lips
from between
these
whispers are squeezed
it is those
lips
from between
these
wisps are heard,
if near enough
if dear enough
if hear-ing enough
it is those, these,
lips
from which i
sing
spring
ping
ding
stop and do nothing
but
linger
from these
lips,
when i,
for a second,
am quiet,
hear.
'nature's children' timothy r gates, 7/15/2009
ran through the lilies
irises
pine cones under my feet,
left dimples, pressed in
on the hill side,
singing everything recalled,
then singing
everything not recalled
the other two hills sang
back
and, me, too, back
yellow, offset with
blood red imprints
charcoal nose indentions
even the weeds hymned,
snow beards blown from their stems
nature's children
leaped, swirled, skipped
sat.
we still
do.
'body electric' timothy r gates, 7/14/2009
body electric,
but of course,
hunger fed
insatiably satiated
secrets never closed
to all
held by some
too long
till
opened
heard
known
to hell with the bs
heaven's bliss, present
when secrets
are baptized
envisioned
illusions throw away
delusions,
hypnotized
mystery
of the sublime
touch
now
free.
open your eyes,
nothing changed,
other than, now,
seeing.
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porphyria:
Thanks for the positive feedback on my set "Pyroerotica", it was sweet of you.
bushka:
i really appreciate your lovely comment, thank you. 
i plan to go back to prague one day, i really want to see charles bridge, a friend of mine bought me an etching of a girl with a camera with the bridge in the background, years ago as it reminded him of me, and i want to recreate that image some day!
i plan to go back to prague one day, i really want to see charles bridge, a friend of mine bought me an etching of a girl with a camera with the bridge in the background, years ago as it reminded him of me, and i want to recreate that image some day!