(SR) 4: Seeing Sally Cinnamon
SEEING SALLY CINNAMON
There’s two kinds of women
Those you write poems about and those you don’t
Jeffrey McDaniel
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SALLY’S SILKY KISS
What is more beautiful than Paris in the Spring?
More lovely than the thrill, dawn’s pretty petrels bring?
Dancing sedge-side, perchance, to sylvan seraph strings?
Perhaps… or sat among white faeries in a ring?
Deeper than hearts sublime, tender than all of this,
I, fade, & pass the the time ‘til Sally’s silky kiss.
Ah! Sally’s silky kiss, the touch still lingers long,
A surge of perfect bliss; of lips & teeth & tongue,
Feel Cytherea rise as spirit centers meet,
Diana in disguise, this life, how, seems so sweet,
Complete, & in my mind, behind the half-clos’d eye,
Flows heaven as I find forever passes by.
Tho’ moons & suns eclipse, tho’ flowers fragrant petal,
Beside Sal’s silky kiss, what else more beautiful?
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THITHER THE ABOVE
O knightly lights of heaven, star on star,
You never shone so beauteous, we are
The work, perhaps, of some astral being,
Or am I him, now I am the all-seeing
Acolyte of the lost art of the skies,
Painting Orion & the Geminis,
Musing upon those long, eternal days,
Soar shooting stars, trailblazing my amaze,
Mix’d with the phantom-llumin’d Milky Way
I saw, I swear, the Seraphim at play,
Dancing between the planetary kings;
Lord Jupiter & Saturn’s eerie rings –
As Venus beams her streaming dreams of love
Sweetheart come hither, thither the above.
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FOREPLAY
Humid waves of want,
She holds my hardening shaft,
Playful, erotic.
My tender tongue leaps
Thigh-to-thigh, skipping the spot,
“Lick it… suck it… NOW!”
Like flickering snakes
Each pleasure-tickle grips her,
Spasms of delight!
Her smooth back arches
About to come; she’s grasping,
Gasping and panting,
Then kundalini silence
Utters nothing but breathing
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AMORETTI
There is nothing like a smiling woman
Astride the throbbing member of her man,
When both of them – in panting unison –
Up-climbing to a symbiotic scream,
Bird-chorus of the physical conjoin
Surfing the florid energies between
Our first flesh-lock, ’til silence, satisfied.
While thrusting cunny fully pleasures both,
Her bosom bounces outwith all control,
& as she phallus rode my to full climax,
I left my spear within her fluid wound.
Thro’ clench & kiss we find a nest in each,
‘Til breathless woosiness of passion spent,
Endows us both with drowsy sweetness sound.
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PILLOW TALK
Now that the wildfires of passion are gone,
We lie, two pulwars tether’d into one,
Dreaming of sensuous stars & comets,
Whispering slow Petrarchean sonnets,
Pledging myself, ‘Cavalier Servente,’
Reciting the Vita Nuova of Dante
Fingertips stroking lips, nipples & thighs
“So beautiful…” she sighs… closing her eyes.
Thro’ draperies morn’s airy beamlets peep,
Lighting an angel’s drowsy naked sleep,
Led snuggl’d in the death-shroud of my arms
For she’s been kinda murder’d by my charms
For as our rite of lovers play’d its course,
Deep went the blows that sever’d her from force.
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LOVE’S DAWN
My love, as our love is spreading wider than the morning
Together, with waking day, in the wake of night
Let us settle in silent ecstasy
Observers of cities below Watching
From this high advantage Developing
On heath, up hill, Enveloping moments
As one For like a flight of swallows lift
On ocean winds, above the isles We touch
Soft spirits sail higher Eyes comitting
Pleasure beckons Mercurial kisses
We smile As kitten paws a mellow mouse
The lion roars inside these feral souls
& we are born again, the music of the morn
Accompanies these energies love’s mysteries supply
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ON COMING TOGETHER
I’ll never pass another night
As sweet as ours was yesterday,
When all the world was set aright
& Angels play.
Tingling, romancing, dancing tongues,
Went tender-twisting, while your eyes
Contentment shone, we heard the songs
The Seraphim devise.
When, like the running of a race,
We reach’d the rope, there souls unpent;
& stroking trembling thighs, your face
Show’d passion spent!
Aye, lass, we set the world aright
As Angels meant.
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SALLY LOVES CUSTARD
She lusted for my custard
As it dribbl’d down my chin,
She lusted for my custard
But she knew this was a sin!
She lusted for my custard,
She lick’d it with her tongue;
& as she lick’d the custard clean
She knew this lick was wrong.
‘My word, what are you doing!?” her
Cheeks ‘barras’d as she bluster’d?
‘I must apologize, kind sir,
I’d got all hot & fluster’d,
That moment, was a crazy blur,
I just had to have your custard!’
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TO SALLY: A LOVE-NOTE
Singing thy sonorous songs of triumph
Astonish’d deeply by thy vulva’s heat,
Your splendid ladylove astride my loin.
It seemed your long, perfect legs,
Simply went on up – that flaring hand!
Those long balletic, monkey-elegant fingers!
Little soft places,
I wish I was still with you,
I would kiss you slowly from toe up,
Getting to know how smooth your body is,
The memory of it goes thro’ me like brandy
One of my most tormenting thoughts,
Is that I didn’t suck & lick & nibble you
All night long… but tonight I will….
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TWO WOLVES
Let us scamper under summits
As the rivers thro’ them move,
Where all this love for you girl
‘Midst the mountains I shall prove.
Lets us skip along the lake-banks
Where the coupling salmons leap,
In the heat of highest summer
Lie two lovers sound asleep.
Let us waken with the moondrift
As she shingles thro’ the glen,
Energizing strings & songsmiths
For a fireside tale or ten,
Aye, lass, let us wander onwards,
Under mountains, once again.
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WEE SALLY
Wee Sally came to school one day, a bandage on her eye,
“What happened?” said her teacher, “Miss, a monster made me cry!”
“Don’t be silly, Sally!” said the teacher with a smile,
(The Universe grew heavy for that brooding juvenile),
“Monsters do not exist my child,” her teacher brusquely said,
& went on with the Spelling Bee, then History instead.
Wee Sally’s not at school today, her teacher won’t ask why,
For Sally would not say a word, too fearing, & too shy,
She felt a silly Sally saying Monsters do exist,
When condescending laughter all her honesty dismiss’d,
“Monsters do not exist my child,” that teacher brusquely said –
Last night; her daddy, mad & drunk, had batter’d mummy dead.
With little Sally Cinnamon head-weeping on my knee,
“Dont worry babe, just let it out, now I’m your family.”
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IMPERFECT LOVE
You’re not perfect, but I love your imperfections
I know you’re hot as fuck
But I love it when I’m taking a photo
& ask you to look hot
& you get all awkward with your beauty
& don’t look your best in the photo
I love the way we’ve been fucking all day
& your orgasm is lasting hours
& you say, ‘I can’t do it anymore, darling,’
& I’m left listening to your dream-breath
Thinking of fucking you, instead of fucking you
& I love that, & I love you –
You’re not perfect babe
But its your imperfections that I love.
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THE POETESS
Sally’s a first-rate poetess, the best I’ve ever read
& her main enthusiasm, at present, is me
She thinks my sonnets are as good as I think they are
& has accordingly despatch’d several sequanzas
To various publishers & pamphleteers
She left me this, the other day, in a fruit bowl;
Let me pleasure you like a Princess of Monaco,
Let me fuck you like a common Marseille whore
It’s amazing how we strike sparks
We work, walk about, repair each others’ writings
& when we’re fed up of that
We sit by the river & watch water voles
& when they come near, Sally
Goes almost unconscious with delight
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THE BEDROOM OPERA
Scene: A Double Room in the Priory Hotel, Ashby,Scunthorpe
Recativo
Him: I am glad we came to Scunthorpe,
I was only ever going to visit it once
& I’m glad that I did so with you.
Her: I know, I never, ever wanted to come here
Until I met you, it just never felt right.
Aria
Her: Sleep well, dear Damo, tenderly sleep,
My heart is running with spaniel bliss
Across this vast & precious beach of love.
Recativo
Her: What are you doing?
Him: I’m just nuzzling your neck
It doesn’t mean anything
Her: Don’t make me fuck you
Him: I want you to fuck me
Her: Put it in then
Mumble Words 