santa – mr bold elf – lilly rose photo – george stein dec 2013
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santa – mr bold elf – lilly rose photo – george stein dec 2013
retro 50’s kinky santa christmas shoot
santa – mr bold elf – lilly rose photo – george stein dec 2013
pinky culmination of sophisticated love betrayal revenge plot
pinky culmination of sophisticated love betrayal revenge plot
– george l stein
submerged, cleansed, purged
every day brings a fresh coat of sin
and every night she strips again
the fragrant salts of purification
aware, thin inconsistent sounds in domicile halls
tracing intrusions through rice-paper walls
firm when firm is in need, then bending as a supple reed,
plasticine ronin; the characteristics of a favorite, rubber toy
breasts bouncing and basing in pirouette and pas de chat
the villains pull a punch or two for sake of plot
observe,
for Love conveys
in the subtlest ways
in the way she holds her generous sword
lifted from foe number two without betrayal of spoken word
she points her weapon toward the single path
to another heart wishing and wanting and waiting to bleed.
elbows and wrists straight. Erect and unblinking
confidence, focus, the hint of the beginnings of a smile
the flat of her steel at a parallel perfect to the earth’s horizon
ignoring the almost imperceptible curvature.
Is this the big finale or just another
development in a plot that’s been re-written, treated, and re-cut
pinky culmination of sophisticated love betrayal revenge plot
and she does o k
the music rises and the music swells. Thin, able fingers strike tubular bells
a coup de grace is an ending and a beginning to a sequel never to see the day
the sword descends through villain blood, flesh and bone
atrium and aorta, memory and substance.
in a freshly fallen snow, death is a but a burgundy, corn syrup flow
The innocence before the first soda was spilled
and continues on through the second and third row
now love betrays a sadness in the way she dangles her sword
after a red-tinged orgy of tempered, spattered blood
the emptiness that follows the offing of the last of ones clumsy foes
now who will damn her and stalk her,
pelt her wet and naked body with poorly aimed blows
the burden of being the siren queen of bleeding hearts
there will be a time
for harmony, warmth, and sweet resolution
for all the sadness and life’s-blood spilt
someday, it is said
but for now, perhaps, another warming bath
in the fragrant salts of purification
butterfly dreams -final
butterfly dreams
– george l stein
for you and i, there will be a time
in full of sun and gentle wind
for there is a place for you and i
where, floating as clouds and spirits do
butterflies on a summer breeze
thoughts and dreams and playful ease
we transcend this skin and dance
only stars and insight and fireflies
colors flutter and vanish in moonless trance
shed past and present, disappear
all the crystal days we knew
when we were young and two was one
how you, a sight, in shadow and in sun
of a chiaroscuro resplendency
at last ascending, weightless and free,
all we ever wanted and wished
through all the stones and bricks we found
all the holes we trampled through
and the pain and tears we shared
somewhere just past this last intransigence
before the first of autumn breeze
was to transcend , fleeting
for there is such a place
and there was such a time
inevitable that, as summer does,
dreams end
butterfly dreams
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRe9RgwHYLk
butterfly dreams
for you and i, there will be a time
for there is a place for you and I
in full of sun and gentle wind
where, floating as clouds and spirits do
butterflies on a summer breeze
thoughts and dreams and playful ease
we transcend this skin and dance
only stars and insight and fireflies
colors appear and flutter in a moonless trance
shed past and present, disappear
all the crystal days we knew
when we were young and we were two
how you, a sight in shadow and in sun
of a chiaroscuro resplendency
finally, definitively weightless and free,
all we ever wanted and wished to do
through all the bricks and glass we found waiting
and all the holes and swamps we struggled through
all the pain and tears we met
somewhere just past this last intransigence
before the first of autumn breeze
was to transcend , fleeting
for there is such a place
and there was such a time
but summer and dreams do end