Tsaadig
lives in Hemet, California. She believes in the power of words, and in
her passion to express her sensuality, and that all components of Love
are conveyed through her chosen medium. Her work has appeared in Famous
Poets Society Anthology 1999, Library of Poets Anthology 2001,
at LoveStories.com and in Mind Caviar's Ophelia's
Muse. At forty-six she feels she has become younger and abhors the
term "older" as the years go by.
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Tsaadig.
Vermilion
African jungle on a New York
street
he followed up the stairs
to find me.
hot hues burned flames
in the walls of smelly hallways
and cracked tiled floors
pink, rose, orange
all the colors of passion
nightingale
par
phoenix
enchantment soars on wings
with disregard
each climax
stronger
than the last one
Thunder -
vox Mars
the garnet tear
between my legs
delights
under splendors wake
fiery eyes of Faeroe
belly of Vesuvius
glossy metal dross
feel the sizzle as you touch
it draws the first breath
as you disintegrate
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As Eros Looked On
A fragmented form crossed
the threshold.
I gazed at the chair, the
ropes, as fantasy convened all dozing passions contained.
I wondered would Love and
all his components attend me?
Fool that I am trying to
make sense of this fragile thread between romance and sensibility still
painting their cloaks the colors of restrain.
A moment before ambivalence
asked too much of me
Now I stand outside of Xanadu,
quivering nipples, lips, and clit beg to sing for you...
Who would strike the harp
of regression, oppression in silent agression and all that's in between?
Twisted freedom with one
breath and two hearts curse me, then sentence me
to desire: to want and to
long.
And then she melted under
the palest sun of her chastity as Eros looked on.
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Falling
The world behind my eyes
bursts into colours
blending, fainting into
times gone by
It's a spiral;
I take it down falling deep
into playful laughter
porcelain skies
sparkling snowmen
and the feel of crisp linen
cocooning me with the smell
of my mother's arms
Contents of the heart:
tears smoothed away by soulful
fingers
I will live forever
among these flowered fields
beneath this golden sun
Falling down into the flowers
rolling amidst the rushes
love plays with me through
the hours
with her warm and gentle
touches
Falling.
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And Make Time Liquid
it quickens
mixes
three fingers
fix it..
first the hum's
blood vessels pulse
senses push all doors open
I'm reminded of breasts
and thighs
with each moan and sigh
and I wish time were liquid
that hum's resonant universe
take me to Orion,
to Tartarus
but leave me
it was nowhere
yet something
and you left out nothing
when we did this
Heaven, speak to me of things?
of Hell, stake your claim,
my passion comes
with one string
make time liquid.
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Cuz If I Don't
The moment of living this
life will pass me by
the ache inside me will
stay
touching you, smelling you
will haunt forever
feeling what I feel right
now will stay
in the stead of wanting
you inside me
feeling you thrust
hearing you moan
the feel of your body behind
me as you shake, shiver and groan
I want to smell you, taste
you, lick you and then some
give meaning to sex
define what happens when
two become one.
Only you could complete the
touch of fingertip to fingertip
palms touch as a prelude,
filling the air with music so heavenly
and that place, Lord knows,
I want to be there.
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