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Wolven Ascension

by

Corey J. Wolf

Fragrant temptation delivers its potent nectar upon my silver eye.
Transcending the mundane boundaries to invade my restless sleep.

A facsimile of a Grecian goddess invokes her silhouette upon my dreams.
My resolve left stillborn in the wake of her silken bodice about me.

Her presence causes my rigid form to ripple with wanton abandons.
And my dimensional wits to sever the fabric upon my breast.

I renounce my fears and nestle my curiosity within your festive lore.
And I, no longer bound my the ravages of wolven shard, lay still.

Such ethereal duties you bestow upon my mundane display.
Endearing your delicious candies while I soak my tongue in bliss.

You taste of exotic fantasy, seasoning my tempo with your secret kiss.
A myriad of supple rapture and echoing execution pierces the night.

With deft limbs you draw upon my ascension, forcing it’s crown.
Engaging with majestic valiance the fullness of my wrath.

I submit to your beauteous recluse engulfing my breath with your song.
And at long last I can savor the prize as I tremble into your arms.

Pandora

by

Corey J. Wolf

Our triumphs drift into mist behind us
But out of the years’ long emptying,
the errors remain, as if they were
Precious, as if they deserved to be
Fondled, each disaster held in memory
like a gem in a box lined with
scarlet plush. On sleepless nights
I press a catch_
to encounter again some stupid choice,
some maladroit word that cost me a friend_
or the instant before such a word was spoken:
her unwarned, beautifully shining face
about to be drained of all light _

Sestina (Not Title)

by

Corey J. Wolf

A sestina poem am I.
No, a play with words, nothing more really.
I strive to keep myself alive, I think therefore I am.
I am alive, there is no doubt, a
living, breathing journey of verse, a poem.
Alas, I know not who gave me such a name...sestina?

Could it have been you, Miss Sestina?
Far be it for me to change it...no, not I
For you are the mother of all verse, a poem
in herself, a few words, but not really.
I have always been one to adore the likes of a
MUCH ... simpler poem. But such a poem I am.

What's this? You wish me to write one? Yes ma'am!
I have written poems of greater wrath, Sestina.
Do you think I am not worthy of creating such a...
Wait! I know. She's trying to upstage me. But how can I?
How can I write a poem better than myself, REALLY!?
But since you are my master I must obey. I am but a poem.

Now, what ink should I use for this masterful poem?
Shall it be ink, pencil, or crayon? Perhaps spam?
Spam? What am I thinking? I suppose I'm not, really.
Do I really have the patience to breathe, Sestina?
Am I alive? I know I am not, at least not in your eye.
After all, I am not a tangible thing. I am a ...

I don't know what I am anymore, a beast, a fly, a
..cheat! No! Not me. I will write a masterful poem!!
No shortcuts, no cheats, I will make it pretty as I!
Okay here it goes.. As the wind blows softly upon me, I am
Yea, that's a good line, I .. What do you mean Sestina?
That wasn't a line? Well...my dog ate the rest...really!

Okay I promise no more cheats, I can do this, really.
Five stanzas past, where did it all go? My last stanza.
It seems I've spent my whole page, on you Miss Sestina.
I wanted to be beautiful like you, but I am a simple poem.
All this work to please no one but you. A fool I am.
Can I be happy with words that I now have? Oui, mon cheri.

Phewww!!! Okay wow, no I really am a sestina poem!
Granted a couple cheats here and there, ...sorry I am.
Dear Miss Sestina, please accept my resignation... I

QUIT!!!!!