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The Poetry and Art of Wendy Muzlanova

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You gather pearls as you swim,
You plunge into the briny sea.
(Fragile, dead and spreading coral)
Oh plunge! My Neptune! Into me!

You plunge into the briny sea,
Your every stroke is full and broad.
Oh plunge! My Neptune! Into me!
My salty, subterranean god.

Your every stroke is full and broad.
(Fragile, dead and spreading coral)
My salty, subterranean god,
You gather pearls as you swim!

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The Deep Erotic Soul

The Deep Erotic Soul
howls clamour to be whole
So silent crash of climax heaving
This knowledge that you will be leaving
My Deep Erotic Soul

And from the day my heart was stole
My struggle to maintain my role
In truth, this separation cleaving
My Deep Erotic Soul

And in my riven heart the goal
to wrest from solitude, parole
and quite alone, remain believing
One day there will be no more grieving
My Deep Erotic Soul.

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I dream about that hotel room,
The bed which we will lay upon.
And will the night be hot or cold?
And who the first to greet the dawn?

The bed which we will lay upon,
To sink into each other slow.
And who the first to greet the dawn?
Oh, we will reap the joy we sow!

To sink into each other slow.
And will the night be hot or cold?
Oh, we will reap the joy we sow!
I dream about that hotel room

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Shall I look up at you,
My Statue of David?
And gaze up at your countenance,
Through lashes thick with dreams?

And will you lift me up, my love?
Or will you leave me on my knees?

Will you kneel down,
In front of me?
And worship me,
As Aphrodite?

And will I lift you up, my love?
Or will I leave you on your knees?

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The Five Senses

My eyes are open windows now
And anyone may look within
But they will see you sitting there

My ears are open to the sound
Of life-blood pulse that circulates
And darling, you are swimming there

My senses hearken to your scent
Ignites the fundamental base
And you are coiled and nesting there

My hand is waiting for the day
On which it can encircle you
And I will see you standing there

My mouth is void of sustenance
And waits to drink from you alone
And I will slake my thirst with you
And all your primal sweetness there

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The night you come, the day we kiss.

I never contemplate my legs,
But think of you between them, dear.

My mouth I use to tantalise,
In speech, so lowly, slowly spoken,
Erotic, fleshy, swollen secrets,
Hanging in the air between us.

And soon my tongue will taste the
Sweet salt sweat of skin,
And savour you,
In all your hard and softer places,
And I will take you to the edge,
The very precipice of heaven!
And I will send you over, dear -
In free-fall, floating, fucking bliss!

The night you come,
The day we kiss.

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Wendy Muzlanova is a poet, journalist and artist who lives in Perthshire in Scotland. She is a member of Perth's Soutar House Writer's Group.

Her first poetry collection, "The Night You Come, The Day we Kiss" was published in her maiden name of Paterson, by Gemini Nation, a small, independent publisher based in the village of Scone.

"The Night You Come, The Day We Kiss" is a highly original poetry pamphlet, featuring love poetry, erotica and art work. It is beautifully illustrated and produced. Some of the poetry and art work from the first collection can be seen on this site.

Wendy Muzlanova's second collection of poetry will be published on the 23rd of October 2009. This collection will be titled, "Why Be Polite To Strangers?" and previews of the poetry and art work from this second book can also be seen on this site.

Any comments and feedback are welcome via the contact form onsite or via e-mail at ?@?

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