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Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali via Magpie Tales



I'll dip you
over the
edge
of the universe

breathless
then stare you
down
like Brando

catching then
dropping
you in time
enough to fall

clinging
breaking free
then chasing you
down

hiding
in chains
a fugitive
on the run

seeking
willing
to give it all
up

you're nothing
more than
a shiny 
thing

glistening
after the tango
as i leave
hungry

heart
of a hunter
forever wanting
more

© 2013 - Rene
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  1. Tess KincaidSeptember 16, 2012 at 6:39 PM

    If Brando stared me down...I would fall...

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  2. Brian MillerSeptember 16, 2012 at 7:25 PM

    oh not fun at all...getting us all worked up and then dropping us like a cold fish...how fair is that? smiles....

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    1. UnknownSeptember 16, 2012 at 9:18 PM

      Venus was her name...

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    2. Brian MillerSeptember 18, 2012 at 6:38 PM

      she's got it, yeah baby she's got it...im your venus, im your fire....just thought i would share that ear worm with you....smiles.

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  3. Michael A. WellsSeptember 16, 2012 at 8:29 PM

    awesome Rene

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  4. kaykualaSeptember 17, 2012 at 12:16 AM

    Extending a line on the one hand and playing hard to get on the other.Isn't that fun! Nicely Rene!

    Hank

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  5. Silent Otto September 17, 2012 at 6:16 AM

    Beautiful ,Rene, reminds me of Orpheus and Eurydice .

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  6. Other MarySeptember 17, 2012 at 7:57 AM

    I hate it when that happens. But I love how you write about it Rene. Great write!

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  7. HelenSeptember 17, 2012 at 1:40 PM

    Dancus interruptus?

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  8. JinksySeptember 17, 2012 at 2:00 PM

    Promises, promises...

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  9. Susan AndersonSeptember 17, 2012 at 6:24 PM

    Well done.

    And your last two words are the same as mine.

    Great minds, I guess.

    =)

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  10. MargaretSeptember 17, 2012 at 6:25 PM

    ...like Brando. Just a classic line!

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  11. TimoteoSeptember 18, 2012 at 4:12 PM

    These are the ones I pick, alright.

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  12. UnknownSeptember 18, 2012 at 5:38 PM

    And that's the way to leave them... always wanting more, two steps short of satiety.Oh yes. This will keep 'em coming back, or wishing that they could.

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  13. RavenblackSeptember 19, 2012 at 3:53 AM

    A game in a dance it seems. The words seem to read in a waltz type of rhythm. Interesting and much enjoyed.

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  14. Joseph HeschSeptember 19, 2012 at 1:39 PM

    The rise and fall of the dance...and then the music ends. A life story told in 3/4 time and fine verse.

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  15. Fred MillerSeptember 20, 2012 at 1:00 AM

    I've said it many times. It's the reason I read you. You are the most sensuous poet I know of.

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