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Pheromone PhenomenonPheromone Phenomenon by tommyboywood
The scent of love was in the air that moonlit summer night.
We danced the dance of love until we saw the morning light.
We promised that we'd save our love until the wedding day.
How many times we fought temptation off it's hard to say.
The day was blessed, the guests all came, the music was sublime.
We said our vows before our God with words that fairly rhymed.
But when we danced our first before the eyes of one and all.
We realized then and there, my love, 'twas time to heed the call.
We said goodbye to all our guests and headed for the door.
The band played on as most remained and tangoed on the floor.
The moment that we hit the car the game became engaged.
We barely made it to our room, our hormones on a rage.
To say the wait was worth it is an understatement, friend.
It seemed to us this blissful night would never, ever end.
The fiery storm of ecstasy kept thund'ring 'til the dawn.
To see the pleasure in her eyes confirmed her heart I'd won.
They say that love's just chemicals, pe
Haiku HeavensHaiku Heavens by tommyboywood
fly me to the moon
or send me through a wormhole
anywhere but here
. rocket science .. rocket science .. rocket science . by Amanda-Graham
... with her, love was rocket science after all ...
... the only moments in which our eyes met, locked, and looked steadily was when we fucked; that's Asperger's with both of us ...
... "drive out in the desert and meet me, i'm waiting, i'm wet” ...
... photos of her gate in that small place on the hillside, her garden, a squirrel, the surf where she always belonged ...
... her in the clubs, library, avoiding passing people, staring at the sidewalks, cars, windows, wishing she were back in Paris again ...
... whispering in French to each other, she would laugh and i would tickle, my French was so awful ...
... unlike any other she kept me abreast of her days, fully informed, i felt safe in her arms ...
... still so many stubs of her and i, small notes kept safe from travel, tucked here and there so that now i find her over and over ...
a note in a margin
small tattered fabric
pressed flower she'd pl
The Raven's Lament (part II)The Raven's Lament (part II) by tommyboywood
* now available on audio here: https://soundcloud.com/tom-woodliff/the-ravens-lament-part-ii
(Ahem! Is this thing on? Hello? Testing one two one two. Poe was a dip, Poe was a dip, testing...)
Barrymore T. Raven III here, at your service. As many of you may remember, I recently broke my 170 year silence to try and set the record straight on humanity's erroneous view of Ravendom. Thanks to a certain poet (who for the moment shall remain nameless) many, if not most of you, were under the impression that ravens are brainless dimwits who have nothing better to do than say "nevermore" over and over again (for full transcript click here: http://fav.me/d7db1kh). In addition, I had hoped to dispel the notion that ravens are dark, mysterious, and evil by posting the very first (known) raven poem (authored by yours truly) entitled: My fuzzy pillow (for full posting click here: http://fav.me/d7e63sx).
Well, two things. Number one, I'm s
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