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The Poetry Of.
Dave Wheeler.............................

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Golden Apple


You are golden apple
Delicious
Ripe fruit on the table
Ready to eat
I am
Hungry
You are blue sky for days
Bright orange sun
No flight cancellations
Motor revving on the runway
I need
To travel
To move
With in your sacred rhythms and
Graces
To explore like Magellan
Circumnavigating
Discovering new continents
Hidden valleys and temples
Secret caves
Dripping with treasure
You are a smooth sea
Point break perfect
Crashing on my beach
Calling me to paddle out
I need to ride
You...you...you...
You are golden apple
Delicious
Ripe fruit on the table
Ready to eat
I am
Hungry





Music

Music
Comes out of
Dark places and
Sacred chapels
In the heart
Dark music
Sweetest sound sirens song
Draws skin to skin
Candle lit room
Sweetness
Runs a loop
I draw sustenance
From the memory
Of your hand
Skimming
The hair on my left thigh
Whetted
For the brush of your mouth
On my neck
Soft sounds
Bounce in skull room madness
Repetitions
I am lost
In the reverberation
Of your breath and
Whispers
"O" is a letter
That comes up frequently
Out loud acceptance
Of the offerings
You are open flower
Ready
Fragrant and
In full bloom
I stand at proud
Attention
To stamen detail
Ready
Sinking in to
Pull out ready to
Sinking in to pull
Out ready to sinking
To pull
To sinking
Ready
To whisper
To "o"
To sinking
To pull
To whisper
To "o"
To
Soft breath
On my shoulder
To whisper
To hand on your hip
To "o"
To whisper
To
Hand softly
Skimming
To whisper
Out loud acceptance
Of the exquisite nature
Of these moments
Music of this night
Candle lit room dark
Music
Comes out of
Dark places and
Sacred chapels

In the heart
Dark music
Sweetest sound sirens song
Draws skin to skin
Candle lit room
Sweetness
Runs a loop
I draw sustenance
From the memory
Of your hand
Skimming
The hair on my left thigh





Blue

I explode
In silence
Like breath holding
Throbbing lungs
Consciousness slips
Oblivion comes but
I am still
Aware
There is a
Buzzing
In my core
I can almost
Feel the concepts of
Forgotten language of light
Concepts of words
Prevent understanding
I am forgetting my words
Remembering true communication
I am tied to core
Memory
I am
I am
Damn
I am
Waking up





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