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Reflect The Sky

by

Erik Walter Lauritzen

I want to make love to you
on a blanket of stars.
I want to rip that exquisite dress
off your flesh,
and hide it 'neath your head.
I want to watch the sky above us reflecting in
your eyes.

I want to ride you like a
cowgirl in the sand,
I want to hold you tightly as the
wind sings its command,
I want you to hold my back
and pull me in,
I think I want you to be my
forever sin.

I want to wash the sweat from
your porcelain skin
with just one touch,
I want to have this body of copper
never tarnish, never rust.
But you sweet land bound angel,
can make it blush.
I want your legs 'round me
as we dance in the air.
I want your arms to hold me if
they dare.

I want your eyes to sing
and your soul to come,
I want to ride your beauty
like a carriage into the sun.
I want to hear your voice calling
out my name.
I want to mend your exquisite dress
and help you put it on again.
And like my own personal angel of
devotion,
I want you to assure me of my goodness
and hold me as the fire in your eyes
subside and the fire on the earth slowly dies,
leaving a blanket of stars.

And I'd wrap that blanket around you
my precious woman so true
and then together we could float
past the vastness of the moon.

And through your eyes all my dreams
come true.

Seven Layers Of Heaven (In Four Parts)

by

Erik Walter Lauritzen

For P.B.

I
The heat of the night,
Frozen windshield,
not a star in sight
Her pulse was strong
My hands were hard, worn
from the bitter cold
The heat of her lips,
the roundness of her hips,
the secret of her lips,
the hidden desire that
fuels a night like this.

II
The Cold brittle night
as if to mock my love,
the air is visible
she sees that I live
But for her I'd die
Take a bullet meant for her
jump in front of a speeding train
to push her to safty
But this night seems to want
to damn me to a hell that is more
devious than any hell before
The night calls to me in it's murky silence
very telling.

III
My fists they are reitred
My piston has taken over
My heart has been spade
Yet it won't let the love
all ready caught escape,
Locked in
And it's on a night like this
when breath is visible
and the passion obvious
and our bodies in motion have
to maintain enough heat to
let us survive to plan the
decadence for the coming day

IV
The night is sometimes not
long enough,
Time is fleeting when I'm
near you
But every hour that feels like
a minute to my mind
is better spent with you
than dreaming of how you
taste
and how you feel
and how you smell
And if this night wants to damn me
to a hell like none before
Your accepting me into your warm
womb-like embrace is
my only cause for atonement
And this night can damn me
Because that single envelope'd
embrace is like seven layers of
heaven
Each one better than the one before
and to kiss your sulrty neck while
there is like becoming God
and not wanting to go home.

Marvel'd

by

Erik Walter Lauritzen

Slack-jawed,
Her dress is a movie that plays in my mind,
as she walks the camera pans,
her legs are like scissors cutting paper as
she moves, in slow sultry persausion.
I follow her lead and marvel in her soft
sophistication,
Slack-jawed, my eyes dance and heart pounds
there's nothing like a movie in the mind
that makes me want to commit a crime
against humanity or the world.

She is my amphetemine,
like a straight-jacket of memories
that binds me to the present,
and I unwrap her slowly,
at first,
then ravage her like an army storms a beach,
slack-jawed, we hold each other and her dress
is on the floor as the scene fades
and the credits roll.

Snuggle Vampire

by

Erik Walter Lauritzen

For her I'd never look at window dressing again,
spray-painted manequins that resemlbe
people but are hollow and unfeeling.
For her I'd cuddle away all the hours of the day,
catch a wind storm in a jar for her to
hold,
for she could tame those gusts with
her jarring lust for life.
And for that lust I am damned to walk behind
her bursting with desire as she floats along
her way,
And today is the last day of the
first of my life, and forever I would want
her,
for her caramel hips and gum-drop
nipples,
but when old age appears at the
footlights of the stage,
I'll forever want her for her lovingly
wonderful wit and her
savoy lips.
For her I'd hold my breath for a year,
just to have her near,
I am a snuggle vampire,
her embrace gives me life.