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Every Night

Infatuation – Word of the Day

 

Every Night

I see you every night,
a little obsessive some would say.
“Why don’t you do something else once in a while”,
they kindly intone.
But I’m home most nights just to be with you,
I cook and we share dinner,
you always dress so nice for me,
I just love to watch your face as you talk.
Have I told you about my feelings for you?
No.
And oblivious, you chatter away about the weather,
the latest news, and gossip.
I silently soak it all up,
just basking in your presence.
And when you finish that last sentence,
as I know you will,
I change the channel.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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That First One

Mentor – Word of the Day

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Mentor: In Homer’s epic “Odyssey” Mentor was the trusted friend of Odysseus, and during the the time that Odysseus was away fighting in the Trojan war, Mentor cared for Odysseus’ son Telemachus. Mentor’s role was to prepare Telemachus for leadership of the family. And so we use the term today to describe someone who takes us under their wing so that they can help and guide us in matters of life and study and work. See also, Mentor

That First One

There’s always that first one,
perhaps you remember?
That kiss,
caress,
crossing the line,
warm with excitement.
Intimacies that temporarily quench desire,
but are not love.
Rather, they are a course woven through desire,
a learning of love,
of how to be love,
to be a lover.
That first one is our guide,
a gift of loved learning.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Never Gloss

Gloss – Word of the Day

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Hot Rod and Street Machine gathering at Westonia, I would never own one nor attempt to restore one myself, but I sure do appreciate the wonderful results achieved by these owners, a joy to behold. Love that glossy duco.

 

Never Gloss

Your beauty stops traffic and silences rooms,
many have desired you,
yet so few have you loved.
And, seeing only with their eyes,
they have missed you completely,
registering only Factor, Rubinstein,and Laude.
The restaurant you,
the bedroom you.
But then there’s the real you,
public yet unseen,
the one who reads Kafka, Camus, Plato and Plath,
the one who feels life.
Your true beauty is your love
for all that breathes and lives.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Seduction

Verdant – Word of the Day

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The verdant sea of lush green and pink, as everlastings burst forth in their annual declaration of spring. Datjoin reserve on the Burakin-Wialki Road today.

 

Seduction

Ah, spring, such seduction, such beauty,
a carpet of vibrant surprise.
At your invitation
I traced your rain gouged furrows,
I fell in love with you and
caressed your beauty as I
lay in your lush and verdant places,
never once averting my eyes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Off Centre

Eccentric – Word of the Day

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Off Centre

I like to take notice,
I’m wired that way.
Early on I noticed how you liked things,
that there were right ways,
best ways,
and how you liked to be centric,
but I’m not wired that way.
Strange as it may sound
I like the way you keep me off centre.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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That Summer

Tempestuous – Word of the Day

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That Summer

As summer progressed
the buffel grass yellowed and the wattle dried,
tinder to a flame.
Our lemon tree shrivelled its fruit
preserving its moisture,
as dust drifted in from far paddocks,
signs of a long dry ahead.
The unrelenting sun burnt into the tin roof
and we sweated every move.
That summer
we dared to start a fire
a tempest like no other.
We could barely speak,
nothing would extinguish it,
pure combustion.
That summer we started a fire,
a tempest like no other kindled our hearts
your hair like flames,
eyes alight,
my lips burned.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Irresistible

Tipsy – Word of the Day

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Irresistible 

We arrived somewhere,
I don’t remember where,
it doesn’t really matter.
What mattered was the velvety wine
and the way the light coloured your hair.
Our hunger assuaged,
not least for each other,
amidst the aphrodisia of love’s recollection,
we were uninhibited,
spontaneous,
irresistible.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Precarious Soul

Rash – Word of the Day

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Precarious Soul

The storm raged all night in my heart,
and it felt as if the very breath of me
had escaped as if a deflated balloon.
And I stood on the precipice of rejection,
the cracks in my soul so precarious
I might fall into myself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Confession

Torment – Word of the Day

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Confession

Just a glimpse of you
caused an ache
as if I were stretched upon
an Inquisition rack.
Equally, I did not resist,
instead I confessed your name
that I might be in your presence,
to have,
to hold,
and melt into once more.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Celebration

Unexpected – Word of the Day

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Celebration

One summer’s dusk
we lay down in Demeter’s realm,
whispering wheat in gentle breeze,
fecund, abundant and lush,
a promise of tomorrow.
And there momentarily we lived abandon,
that little death let go,
when, suddenly,
so unexpected,
a kaleidoscope of butterflies
filled the air.

 

©Paul vincent Cannon

 

Note: a kaleidoscope is a group of butterflies, and Demeter was the Greek goddess of grain and harvest.

 

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