Not The Rockefellers

Venus de Milo with Drawers, Salvador Dali, 1936 make me the keeper of your trinkets your dirty little thrill bits your moustache wax your un-pressed slacks load 'em up here daddy bring me your holy psycho laundry slip me the honey in your locket lemme be the hamper for your pocket the bureau of your shame the strongbox for your flame just scoop 'em up sugar fill me with your sacred goods and plenties i can be your safe house Aphrodite or Venus, more politely the cocoon for your treasures chiffonier of your pleasures you can finger me rightly with cocktail stirrer charm nightly spill 'em all out baby your wicked riches are safe with me i'll be your lover your junk drawer your doctor your drunk whore your casket of faces your keepsake oasis go 'head and file me someplace where you'll find me my drawer's always open your need is the key Rene ~ February 24, 2013 For Magpie Tales

the way you stir your coffee makes the blood rush from my head the come hither twirl of that fortunate spoon and I'm bringing breakfast to your bed red lipstick caffeine kisses your heart jumps, so quick the hit my kingdom resides on the rim of your world and I'm waiting captive to your sip Rene ~ February 10, 2013   For Magpie Tales Image by Joseph Lorusso

B e that heartbeat like music to my ears one that makes me sing harmony playfully around an upright piano or tangled up in the sheets B e that sinful filling in my cupcake the one worth the weight naughtily teasing me away from the 9 to 5 and into your wicked game B e that welcomed back rub on weary shoulders the kind that never ends miraculously fixing me kneading my troubles gone as fast as your hands can B e that one true, fine love i let in the kind that builds up constantly unconditionally bathing lost, abandoned corners in undying perfect light Rene ~ February 3, 2013 If February makes you shiver, get under those covers and dream :) Central Library, Manchester, UK , Robin Gosnall For: Magpie Tales 100 Word Song- this weeks song prompt "Strength" by The Alarm Poets United and d'Verse Poets #Open Link Nite Phew!

Image: PublicDomain.com God, man It's been a long time since I've had someone whistle in my kitchen It's quite the delight Ahhh...you made coffee And you're making french toast! You are a saint You gotta fiddle with that knob on the left rear burner Like this It's a pain in the butt sometimes Personally, I think it just likes the extra attention Mmm...your ear smells like cinnamon not fair, man, that... not fair at all your ass looks better in my sweatpants than mine does I now have to kill myself After I eat a loaf of french toast, though You want some orange juice? freshly squeezed...somewhere Tell me, again Why is it we never were? Rene ~ January 5, 2013 For 100 Word Song The song prompt was Dan Fogleberg's Same Old Auld Lang Syne This is my spin on the classic

Photo by R.A.D Stainforth white smoke collection plate chalk dust rubbed from heaven's slate lace mantilla frames your face kiss me with the passion of a suffering saint grace amazing december eight the night is dark and the hour's late your sights above me yet here i wait lighting up another courage break chasing haloes my breath you take my soul you burn down to the stake watch them all line up see them all fall down for the sake of ashes Lord the way you roll me holy smokes let me into you a sacred, secret work of art and i will love you and all that you ponder in your heart Rene ~ December 30, 2012 Magpie Tales Lucky 2013 to you all!

derelict love rise above the lust of broken wings to mend you pretend all's well split seam hell spills no tell secrets across jet-stream vignette postcards from your heart to the hard of flight to hold tight reign *on a love insane Rene ~ November 8, 2012 For d'Verse Poets FormForAll-Than Bauk The Than Bauk is a climbing rhyme of Burmese origin

you wake me and steal me up to the railroad tracks our feet sending silver lit avalanches of gravel tumbling down as we climb holding hands rails running  well rehearsed lines beneath our feet the moon tunnels under covers you kiss me alive Rene ~ 2013

we love pure, sacred unguarded  hearts racing like raindrops down windowpanes every touch, kiss and cry  a biblical deluge we love pure, sacred infinite our past cleansed immaculate our future ignited, alive Rene~2013 Image via Magpie Tales

Image from public domain files this new awakening has stirred up my sensibilities comfortable truths like worn out shoes can't support me now i walk the line between safe and perfectly reckless barefoot on the edge of a sea glass mountain waiting for the push or the shove or the fall as i stand here still stuck in this borrowed dress, life and time laughing at the imagined cocktail party talk that would undoubtedly ring through the parlor of my funeral i'll bet you never thought she go'an do a thing like that feckin' brave, her taking the jump knowin' the fall good love'll do that to a body may we all fall so hard Rene~October 23, 2012 For 100 Word Song it is my new thing to take it to 111 Cuz I'm a punk like that @writesidemama, aka “mama” has chosen this week’s  writing prompt song, Falling To Pieces from Faith No More. All about indecision. I know from that. Th...

i keep a light  on and a  sharp word, pointed, honed and waiting for the windmills of his  mind  games. He  keeps my love  letters in his gun safe. And just outside my windowpane his heart screams wild seduction. Don't get too close, girl he'll eat you up, everybody   keeps on saying. Walk away while you got the sense and half a chance, to break and run. I laugh and soak cigarettes in his sexy talk and gasoline just for the bang I love my sweet l'il son of a gun. Rene~2013

in this house there is ritual there are knives wine and truth souls resting at room temperature butterflied ready for the heat steel drawn a stainless flash tok, tok, tok tok, tok, tok peppers, onions and herbs shuffle down words and emotions form organically honest, raw unprocessed heart to mouth hand to blade the rhythm rises and falls this is the way to perfect this is how to cook for the angels raise a glass to the gods and the princes of your near wild heaven Rene~October 6, 2012 Public domain image of Fresh fruit and vegetables

you want a piece of me my love my heart my soul you have the tools to make that happen leave nothing but the bones Rene~September 30, 2012 For Magpie Tales Image via Magpie Tales "It Must Be Time For Lunch Now", 1979, Francesca Woodman