Do You Have A Favorite Photographer?

Do you have a favorite photographer?😁👋🌻

Jerry Uelsmann! I love his work and his universe - I had often used his photographs to illustrate my poems on my old blogspot blog back in the day.

Love at first sight?

No; too sapiosexual for that. I do have a soft spot for six pack abs though, but that's not the point, is it? What's love anyway?

A little more seriously, I think that "love at first sight" is but an instant ephemeral enthrallment ~ a crush; while Love is a long process. I could be captivated by someone in a way that would be defined as "love at first sight"; I must admit that it happens to me a bit too often, but I rarely literally fall in love; because love takes time; and time, just like people, is quite fickle.

End, endlessly

Boundlessness stretches out in front of me Yet forever doesn’t seem daunting at all Instead, more and more, I start realizing The more and more I get you The more I long to seek to know And I know a lifetime can only last so long So I long that day I stop yearning you To yearn the day I could boundlessly learn

Learn to burn

Burn, boundlessly

You’ve put a spell on me Wick and wax dare no longer speak Their transience drowns in sacred necessity

The ache of flame to be

Your loving might very well be the end of me But it will be the end, endlessly

— 17-6-2021, M.A. Tempels ©

✒️ & 📷 F. J.

Quand le son des vagues façonne la cadence,

Ton regard léonin m'entraîne dans ta danse,

Comme le blanc d'écume, en dentelle s'avance,

Caresse le sable, recule et se relance,

Ô corps ophidien, ondule, mets en transe,

L'encens fou sur ta peau, tue-moi et recommence.

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Roseau lascif penché, fait tant fifrer la brise,

Sève de vif-argent, cambrure que je frise,

Bassin où je m'arrime et ne lâche pas prise,

Fais-moi suer encore, Ô sueur qui m'attise.

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Il demeure encore, où les sons d'entrain se taisent,

Son qui ne trompe point, du cœur que tu apaises,

Dans mon froid salorge, coule ton miel de braise,

Quand tu sues en douceur, quand tu sues à ton aise.

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_______________Fortyshapes

Melting

The sun casts Icarian lechery upon his skin—sultry beams lick the tanned manness—gleaming

zest of virile flavours wafting his stallion aroma to the beguiled senses of this fallen Aphrodite—she extends

a fervid tremulous palm to the pectoral ambrosia; one beseeching gaze, and

she liquifies on his core.

✒️ F. J.

📷 & ✒️ F. J.

Entre deux la tour monte, gratte l’étau cramoisi  d'un ciel   dans  la tourmente.

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Entre deux Une flute chante Enchante quelque puce alléchante. Allez chante! Le son monte.

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Entre deux une créature mythique vainc ses tiques en se mordant la queue.

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Entre deux Une abeille glisse  dans l'abysse d'un calice en lit pisse nu le pissenlit soufflé.

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Entre deux est à celle qui sur selle morcelle de grandes aspirations en petites morts.

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___________________________Fortyshapes