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waiting

Over the place where she had been buried
as per her request, they’d placed a marble statue
of her former self in a restful sleep
her hands placed gently across her chest.

And, also, as per her request,
several rose bushes had been trained
to envelope the marble curves of her body
in long prickly vines
that blossomed each spring.

It was rumored by most that some day
her lost love would arrive
and with a kiss
wake the statue into flesh
as it secretly had been infused
with her soul.

by matt at shadow of iris
waiting

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    open mouth

    A mammoth cave
    deep under the ground
    where people live off the energy
    of an ancient blue creature
    a primeval dragon
    shackled and harnessed
    slowly dying
    over a span of centuries
    for crimes
    long since forgotten.

    Night perpetual
    over long spindly structures
    that stretch
    from floor to ceiling,
    perspective lost
    in a maze constructed,
    yet made organic
    by the passage of time.

    People climb and walk
    here and there
    through vapors gray
    and dim shining violet lights,
    carrying on the duties of life
    with faces hidden
    in breathing masks
    and body forms buried
    in long flowing robes;
    each soul lost
    in their own private world
    of shadows.

    The meeting of lips here
    between two non-designated procreators
    could mean death
    in a place where too much fresh air
    burns the lungs
    and passion is seen
    as the height of sin.

    by matt at shadow of iris
    open mouth

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      stealing a kiss

      Light feathery white clouds
      float around a bright full moon,
      the wind rustles the leaves faintly,
      I move in toward you
      to try and capture a kiss,
      you yield for a moment
      soft, tender velvet;
      but you push me back –
      I shall never forgive you for this,
      you warn
      even as you lean back in
      your liquid feminity drowning me
      in bliss.

      by matt at shadow of iris
      stealing a kiss

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        first kisses

        These were first kisses
        hot and desirous,
        flushed faces
        tinged with curiosity
        and with thrill
        set against the backdrop
        of a setting sun
        and a cool breeze
        up upon a hill
        with Venus looking on
        at love so guileless,
        it hurt.

        – matt at shadow of iris
        first kisses

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          kiss me

          Reality
          ready to burst in
          at a moment’s notice.

          Teach me less me
          and more you —
          a fantasy
          rattling around the firmament
          that keeps me standing;
          a dream
          of a kiss from you
          that wakes me.

          – matt at shadow of iris
          kiss me

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