Midnight tango

yaskhan

  • Let’s
  • Tango
  • In stardust
  • Where twilight’s flame Soaks breath in ambrosial rain
  • Novae sparkling in moon glow’s cosmic tint
  • Souls exploding
  • Into love’s
  • Ardent glow
  • As
  • Stars ink
  • Silken lines
  • Eclipsing night’s
  • Interlude touch push pause dark to light
  • Like runes embellishing passing milestones
  • Vignette keynotes
  • Become songs
  • That ring
  • True.
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    The wind

    yaskhan

  • I listen to the wind as it rocks and rolls,
  • Over meadows, brooks, mountains, knolls.
  • The wind looks to the grass and trees to sing,
  • Stories the sky and clouds to the earth , bring.
  • Ancient fables of seasons that spring,
  • Tales of Mother Earth’s awakening.
  • Flowers breathe into the air.. glorious scents .
  • Gossamer lyrical song-bird presents.
  • Quivering voices enchanting the wind ,
  • Rainbow of imaginings spilling, tinged.
  • Vocalizing haiku- sun struck birds,
  • Draping breaths, ardor stirred.
  • Birds, bees, butterflies, slip-sliding,
  • Down garden paths brightly painting.
  • The wind beguiles my eyes, ruffles my hair,
  • Tasseled zephyr wands bestowing happiness everywhere.
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    “Table Matters”

    (March 25, 2019)

    Be ‘ware of easy

    of any kind, even salt*

    and of course people

    *(Often-times you find additives to table salt – added to make pouring easier. SayWhat? Lessen you got old wounds needing refreshing-ment, who pour salt easy? ‘Sposed to be bad for you that much salt, neh? Then, why do our major mass market media continue to try to get everyone pouring salt on old fake wounds? Beats me. Musta been someting encoded in J-School DNA. I made the mistake of studying journalism once upon a time but I did take advantage of a free-rein on any other courses that caught my eye: grad-school grammer was one example of a course not crossed, but still intrigues. Psychology of Women sewed more confusion than it repaired; Agrarian Myth was like studying the wrong way to read history…and so on.)

    “Out-Of-Format: But I Got An ‘In’ With The Boss”

    (March 27, 2019)

    let the world fall away

    slip past over close’-eyes

    heads ‘held’ together

    love’s magic magnetic kiss

    not-even-together-lips

    our half-sentenced paragraphs

    build on each other

    provoking eye-laughs

    love’s magnetic magic kiss

    sometimes pass together each

    half-caress hot cheeks

    eloquent beyond mere words

    look into your mirror-eyes

    whose small helpful lies melt wings

    join their way on ‘lectric winds

    I look past you right through me