by Pat St. Pierre
Add ingredients slowly.
Flour is the starter
white, pure and simple.
Salt, is not bland nor virgin
it makes the tongue roll
along the smooth lining
of the mouth.
Milk, the liquid substance,
is the necessary lubricant.
Egg the seed of life
adds moisture to the mixture.
Vanilla the flavor for individuality.
Hands, limbs torso help to
produce the mixing action
necessary for completion.
Two lean hard bodies emit
pleasurable heat.
The newly consummated batter
forms a creation of life.
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Thursday, November 24, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Paths on the Beach - Nonet
by Pat St. Pierre
Footprints on sand while ocean waves crash.
Walking alone in heavy steps
Then shells and seaweed wash in.
The sea washes the sand
As salt smell lingers.
Paths erased from beach.
White sand alters.
Once again
Deep tracks
Show.
Footprints on sand while ocean waves crash.
Walking alone in heavy steps
Then shells and seaweed wash in.
The sea washes the sand
As salt smell lingers.
Paths erased from beach.
White sand alters.
Once again
Deep tracks
Show.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
The Journey
by Pat St. Pierre
You took me on a journey -
I was scared – but tingling.
Longing to experience you,
also frightened at your touch.
I was awkward,
you were patient
with me. Slowly leading me.
Soon urgency took hold;
unsure of myself
I tried to imitate you.
Your body became still;
girl-child no more.
You took me on a journey -
I was scared – but tingling.
Longing to experience you,
also frightened at your touch.
I was awkward,
you were patient
with me. Slowly leading me.
Soon urgency took hold;
unsure of myself
I tried to imitate you.
Your body became still;
girl-child no more.
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