Mystic Magic

The way her dimples
    ride the crest of a smile.
The way her hair
    enslaves the colors of a sunset.
Depoe Bay

   The reds. The golds.
    A cloudy halo,

Living fire of autumn.

The sweet, silent rhetoric
    of her persuading eyes.
The clear, crystal
of her voice speaking my name.

The blush orchid of her lips.

The way her fingers
    dance across my worried brow.
The way her kiss
    whispers poems to my parched lips.
        So gentle. So bold.
        Ancient soul.

Mystic magic of woman.

The soft blazing night music
    of her cascading sighs.
The perfumed fire of
    her skins cinnamon flame.
The way her body

    caresses the moonlight.

The way her legs
    move like calm oceans;
        Advance. Recede.
        Rhythmic need.

Ancient motion of the moon.

 

RC

© 1985 Robert Carraher All rights reserved

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About DirtyLowdown
I was born in Pomona, California at a very young age. I had a pretty normal childhood…or I was a pretty normal child hood if mom is telling the story. I was a paperboy who always porched , usually on the subscribers porch. I washed cars and bussed tables which left me with a life time affliction of chapped lips. I was a soda fountain jock-jerk and a manic mechanic but my first real job was as a labor organizer in a maternity ward. Then, because of the misjudgment of a judge I spent nearly 10 years in the service of our country mostly on KP duty. Our country sure turns out a lot of dirty dishes. I am a past master at pots and pans. They eventually recognized my real talent and let me wander around some very unfriendly places carrying a big radio that didn’t work. Along the way I took up the bass guitar, jotting down stories, electronic engineering and earned a degree in advanced criminal activities. I spent most of my adult life, if you can call it that, working in the I.T. industry, which I was particularly suited for since we worked in rooms with no windows. On and off I taught in colleges, universities and reform schools as a student teacher… I like smog, traffic, kinky people, car trouble, noisy neighbors, and crowded seedy bars where I have been known to quote Raymond Chandler as pickup lines. I have always been a voracious reader, everything from the classics, to popular fiction, history to science but I have a special place in my heart for crime fiction, especially hard-boiled detective fiction and noir. I write a book and music review blog for all genres at The Dirty Lowdown and another dedicated to Crime Fiction and all things Noir called Crimeways. It’s named after the magazine that appeared in the Kenneth Fearing classic, The Big Clock. There I write scholarly reviews of the classic hard boiled, noir and crime fiction books from the 20's through today. Mostly I drool over the salacious pictures on the covers. I also write for Technorati/BlogCritics where I am part of a sinister cabal of superior writers.

3 Responses to Mystic Magic

  1. Faye says:

    Sensuous . I like . Faye

  2. Steve says:

    Love.

  3. Robert says:

    Not bad for a crusty old guy, huh?

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