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METRA MAGAZINE 24

FIERY FEELINGS FOR FRED

These Rhapsodized Fingertips of Mine Yearn to dance across

My Tall, Dark & Handsome Friend's Temples. Amidst Anticipation,

My High Cheekbones Lavishly Grin!

I forsee our pectoral movement

Merge in pressing powerMale Chests Quench

In Bubbling Fortitude!!!

Their vapor of sex rises!

I'm bellowing in the erotic illusion

Of Our Own Entity...

I'm lost in WHIRLWIND WANT!

Please také ME

On a Joy Ride to HIS SIDE.

I Miss THOSE EYES -

I Miss THAT TOUCH -

Only after

Kiss His Tawny Flesh

And, Lick His Eruptive Sweatiness Can My Appetite By Calmed. The tremble of inflating lips Cry for this rellef -

The snicker of a wet tongue Pulsates Its Desire

For another salt water plunge! Oral Massage is Delicious Folly!

I envision the face of this Man Embarked on My Passion's Ground...

A flowery BED of SNAP DRAGONS Surround His Agile Body -

They sense

The intense burning fire Within Me!

Blood's Polonaise pumps

My Truthful Lyrics...

The Flirt of A Flute

Will Happily Continue

To TOOTLE FRED -

In My Hope-filled Heart!

My Mind agressively Knows Him From HEAD TO TOES!!!

Lusty Memories are Kept ALIVE Nothing can put Him out! May ALL NIGHTS REMEMBER: Black Hair Shining Reflects Its BLUE-BLAZE

From the vibrating rays

Of God's Mantic Moon.

Here I lie down

Wishing I could be There -

Waiting to hold His Head again. When I AM,

He'll know He Is Needed

By His Real Friend -

The person He had once called:

"The Right One to Be With".

By Angelo-Domenic Rinna

TO SOMEONE SPECIAL You know boy. You're so busy reaching. Reaching for a dream

That doesn't even exist. You can't even see someone Who's standing right here Who loves you so much. And I've tried,

Oh, I've tried.

But I want you to still know this,

That all you got to do is reach out For me, and I'll be there Anytime you need me.

Lay your head on my shoulder

You can make love to my mind

And if you feel the magic

Don't be afraid Quit searching

Anticipating

Stop Reaching

For that distant star.

I've been waiting

Don't pass the moment.

The light's right before your very eyes..... By Michael

Maybe we should try

Just one more time; I miss your closeness

And the love we shared. Maybe I was wrong Or maybe it was you And we might have Done it differently. Maybe I should give in

And promise you the sun And hope I can be

Strong and not fail you again. Maybe if we tried

We would not make The same mistakes Again this time. Maybe it's too late And we have goin Too far beyond the Time of forgiveness. Maybe it is me

Or maybe it was you. Or maybe in this life

What we felt does not exist. By J.A.K.

To lose your love

will be sad,

but how can I lose something I never had? By Chuck

WHAT HAVE FALCONS TO DO WITH MUDLARKS?

From Pat. the Mudlark.

To Celeste, the Falcon.

I ask myself, when faced with the wonder of my lover, so strong, swift, wild and free, What have Falcons to do with mudlarks? What has the mighty and fleet bird to prey, have to do with the small brown songbird, who makes her nest in the marshlands? And yet, my Falcon flies swiftly home to my warm and tiny nest, and folds her mighty wings, closes her bright and piercing eyes, and nestles her strongly beating heart close against my quietly beating heart, to rest and sleep. I am in awe. I am completely bemused by this wonder, this glorious wild creature, this restless wild thing who descended upon my sky, like a comet, rests now within the serene, quiet circle of my nest. 2

What have Falcons to do with Mudlarks? Indeed now have the wild and mighty descended to nest with the small, and tame. I the mistress of the sweet song, cast my eyes heavenward to catch the mistress of the aerial hunt, in her merciless killing flight, the Falcon, my lover. And yet, my great huntress, you have need of me, of my quiet, tender song of peaceful home and unfailing love. As I have need of the fierce, protective love of you 'great heart. And so, I am sheltered in my slower flight, as I face into the wind of this existence, and together we lift and spread our wings toward the sun. And I am protected and cared for as ride the slipstream of your mightier wing span. By Patricia Lucas

NOTHING

SECOND WORD

In the city blackness

I crunched the show to your door

Expecting friendship....

to pass the time.

In the warmth of your glowing kitchen

We stood; talked, smiling -

And chattering and

Bathing in the exhilaration of interest

and the experience of uniqueness in each other. Then,

After all these months,

You said you loved me...

That you had felt this way for a while

But you wanted to be sure.

As I gripped your body and held your chest to mine

I knew what treasure was.

by Anthony Serrasco

BREEZE

Breeze flowing, streaming summer breeze could you whisper? tell her please!

that alone I am nothing and I need her near.

Just whisper my name soft past her ear.

Then wisp threw her hair, like my fingers once did. So she'll cry the tears for me that she hid. enclose her, surround her,

embrace her for me.

then she'll come back, and again we'll be WE. By Karen Ryan

I have nothing to continue for.

For I have no one to continue with..

I am too different to be the same,

If sameness is love.

I am too apathetic to care,

If caring is love.

I am too numbed to feel,

If feeling is love.

And I am too two with

Everyone to be one with anyone,

If oneness is love.

I have not anything

I have nothing

I have not anyone

I have no one

I am not anything.

I am nothng.

By Mikal

I think of my woman

Wearing the smile

I gave her as a present Because her eyes are The color of winter water I imagine her breath Spreading gentile and warm Like the wings of a bird Across my cheek

I long taste her sweet mouth Where I lay my fears

To be drowned in her kisses Then, I feel her rhythm Refined and blanaced Bringing brilliance to love And she makes My elements dance

By Jennifer Jacoby

WITH THIS BOY

THE DREAMSMITH'S GIFT

You drift through my mind Sparkling in the sun Dancing in its golden light Wearing my love Like a gossamer cloak That shimmers and floats. Around your body Lifting you higher Touching you softly Weighing nothing

By Jennifer Jacoby

Finally, I see your pain Brilliant behind your eyes And I am breathless For you have remained Beautiful through it all

My woman of lyrical grace Who can kiss me sweetly Even though other lips Have left scarlet marks Imprinted on your heart By Jennifer Jacoby

I don't never smile no more because

the day is gray the night is black my eyes are red my face is white and my soul is blue by Laura Folberg

So there's this beautiful boy, who is actually man,

But I prefer to use the former,

He is dear to me, yet I'm not in love,

For that word makes me shudder.

Thoughts of falling, broken hearts, hurrying-in and out prevents me From rushing any emotion.

Yet I find myself spending more time with this beautiful boy, Hair blond, eyes blue.

And if your relation should get any tighter,

I'll bind us with super-glue, but

Before I secure anything, I wish to sit back and enjoy, Think of what wonderful times I'm having with this boy.

By Allan