I want to strip

your fruited layers,

put my tongue

in your secret place,

cover your sweetness

in whipped cream,

lust and savor

the taste of you,

fill your shell

with essence of lust.

I want to swim

in your fluids

and murmur,

“my sweetie pie!”

The first submarine used in combat was named "The Turtle." It was built by David Bushnell, and it was first launched in 1775 during the Revolutionary War. It was about 10 feet (3.0 m) long, 6 feet (1.8 m) tall, and about 3 feet (0.9 m) wide, and it was made of two wooden shells covered with tar and reinforced with steel bands. It could move at a speed of three miles per hour, and it held enough air for one person to remain submerged for 30 minutes. It was used to place explosives on the underside of British ships - all attempts failed. It was sunk in 1776.

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You know,

I got so used to singing for you

Your agonizing cry for silence

Took me by surprise.

But what more could you want?

I love you

I love you

I sang it with such grace.

But

You don't want it anymore?

What do you want then?

I hate you

I hate you?

I will make it sound beautiful for you.

Perhaps it's the lyrics you're tired of

And not m-

It's me?

No no,

This simply can't be.

Maybe I will reward you

With silence.

Maybe you'll like it then.

You always made silence

So beautiful.

I can't remember the last time

I heard you sing.

A brush on canvas

And a figure

Begins to emerge

Lushly red

Like fragrant roses

Words entwined

To form their stems

One heart begins to beat

Again

As brush dips back in paint

Fleshing out the figure

No –

Now two

That appear before

The watchful eyes

More words appear

Circling

Reaching

Drawing the figures close

In paint and ink

They merge and join

Waiting

Breathlessly

To see what will finally

Emerge

(c) 2017 Miriam Ruff

The witch lived in the woods under a bridge by a busy highway.

I hitched a ride from a truck driver, and thank him graciously

The door creaked and meowed upon entering her home

Amber, indigo, green lights illuminated the rooms

Bottles of tinctures and extracts

Naked lady candles

Mortar and pestles

And the smell of sandalwood and pathchouli pervaded the air

I was marveled at all the little nick nacks that seemed to haunt the place with its magical mysterious charm

Gems in velvet satchets, daggers carved from the barks of thick oak trees

Books on how to cure heart ache, and erase someone from your memory

There seemed to be a remedy for everything

And then out hobbled a little fat lady

With short scraggly grey hair and eyes so silver like moonlight

I could see myself shining in them

She knew I was coming, never said a word

Handed me a long slender purple bottle and shooed me out of the door

I hitched another ride from a driver passing by and demanded he took me to the falls

Again, thanking him graciously

Rocks I stumbled over, scraping my hands and knees

Until I approached a drizzling spring, accompanied by the birds and the bees

I sealed my mouth over the lip of the bottle

And gurgled out "I LOVE YOU!"

There were more rocks to climb, with my heart in glass

The mountain I perched myself upon had legs of water, a place to drop my bottle and contaminate it with my love in all of its purple magical splendor

Drop!

Falling, falling, falling

Splash......

The spell was unleashed, at last

I will not be sleeping alone anymore.

After all these years,

I wonder why I

Always neglected

The one thing that

Always stayed with me;

Myself.