BOOK 3
Featuring excerpts from Black Harlequin
By “Jocelyn”
Forecast.
Loose, shimmering pearls of a flower unfurled around a budding midriff he carried like a artisan’s fine jewel with the echo of Eb’s voice of masculinity.
It was midnight and alone was days away from the raging storm and sea of clouds that arted the lover’s vacation as they had shared what had been dreamy, pleasured evenings.
Alone was a time of serene nights baking Eb’s skin with clothed bed linens that shadowed his scented torso, the same scent that Emystary held like a bouquet after their last night and had been just as edible as the gift from the florist when Eb departed on his day out.
A lover’s scent sunk deeper than attraction into the leaves of Emystary’s journal she kept and the letters that stood like the pearls of Eb’s flowering midriff, he now was massaging with a fine oil cologne, his hands silhouetting the walk and texture of his drenched muscles, toned, graceful movements into the night… The day out…SpellboundThe Black Harlequin
Ebony’s shadow
crept up like the rising sun
casting a hue in the night air
only separated by the breeze and whispers
carried by lids visioning what’s
to come to past moments later
The faint hairs on his skin stood alongside
the scent of Ellis 360, or was it Deisel?, and last nights dress
lips circumferenced, collared and pinned with
the expense of chocolate diamonds
no one spared of the elegance
Classy, GQ
just her taste
lingering on as she slid silk slivers of the orient
across the dancehall legs
just his taste, just as he remembered
the twisted shay of those same legs
dancing to his words
whispers across the hue that
still lingered, carried by lids visioning
ago, miss me till shadows catch up with the performers
The wind seemed to carry back
notes of the events
dates, times and episodes
investigation, pursuits and dance beats
hot ringers and quickies
The Miami sun embracing the beachside waters
the only vice is what didn’t happen
or the loss in time from hesitating on the trigger
lipstick on his collar,
he sees as he glances from the glass shower doors
hours from his flight in and
two more nights from his flight out
The water pebbles as it collects on the shower floor
he 360s to collect the absent jewelry
then oils and dusts for the evening layering the flowers of the men’s collection
against layers of black cotton linens tailored to rib and bone
he tried to focus and concentrate on the business dailies
but noticed hairs from her fur trimmed sheer robe had clung to his slacks from the night ends
disrupting the disparate egotism that had draped him from shower to this hour now thoughts of holding onto the endeavors of last measures dance
held his thoughts and it was time to ring the alarm
chirps sang from her phone as she entered the master room of the suite
sliding next to the valve of Cuba Snake 075
that set the wheels into motion in that very spot
His voice rhythmed in on her phone
a deep, raspy male note appreciating her
tasteful and careful delights in welcoming him in
prior to today’s wallpapered hours
falling down like the digital code of her
computer and work that excused her from this morning’s lover hangover
only her eyes did not tell of an overdose but
wings of passion borderless,
she was planning to hold the next 12 hours with
Ebony
the only bars hold was the developments
on where this night’s sky traveled overseas
His voice opened like his letters preceding their
collective bargaining power
Notes of the events
dates, times and episodes
investigation pursuits and dance beats
hot ringers and quickies
promissory notes to get her to the destination
promissory notes of persuasive negotiation
promissory notes to hold
voyeurism echoed the notes hoping the deal would go over
She ended the conversation with an open invitation
Ebony to arrive a mere hour from the call
she went over her wardrobe and herself to appease
not only Ebony but herself
an appetizer of a white strapless dress
and perfume would be just right for Ebony
Digital cayos , numbers written on a cue card
within reach of his nightstand
awaiting his departure
as the sun had already departed the days dwelling
a glance once more at himself
his brow hung with a sexy masculinity
and perfectly met his hairline that still rang with her kisses
exit met the hour, it was time
steps away from her embrace
distance had shortened within the days and hours
of time that had previously instilled exasperation
and chills beckoning the day of their embrace
Finally, one night from his flight out, the four play of time dwindling down and last minute keepsakes to be left behind enriched Ebony’s pulsing system and made him a little airy in the head however, he remained the smooth talker his notes, letters had promised and that she had hijacked across the distance many a thoughts before the dance began The orchestra began to play in the background with a symphony of the night breeze, the sounds of the waters bellowing from the beachside across the room to the stare that grew louder into an embrace as Ebony unfolded again, Art unfolds again. The shower drizzled liken a misty rainforest
the steam and the humidity of the atmosphere clung
It clung like the thoughts of the second night's passion
Now it was time to bring it home and close the romantic getaway with
something that would resemble Ebony
Just then the phone rang, it was the florist from the hotel
Ebony whispered something edible for the lady tonight as his tone indicated a repiore with the florist shop and then dissipated just as the ringing replaced by thoughts the day at the salon spa was sensual but yet incomplete with expectations to rendezvous once again sensual salon spa appetizers pacified the weighted incompleteness of the day the warmth of the sauna brought emotional rays in heat waves that enticed and beckoned Ebony the therapeutic time spent with Eb definitely climaxed over the eclipse of the last couple of days
Eb too, was overwhelmed and had received more than expected whatever emotional baggage that trimmed his hesitations in sooner pursuits were gone today after his engaging conversations and sparks that were renewed this weekend
tonight was a night that descended quickly before Eb new it, he was opening the door of his penthouse for the florist and Eimystary she looked very elegant
Eimystary's entrance opened with.. all perspectives in place.. this was the third day out...Eb's silky voice mellowed out and faded into the back of the couch with Emyistary's embrace, Eb coupled Emyistary in his arms running his arms up her spine until she was tightly wound around his body cavity Emyistary straddled Eb and moved to the rhythm of his vibrations
The rhythm of the night tangled emotions into the fabric of linens till dawn
A zone that Eb had been anticipating taking his relationship with Emyistary for a while. Until Emysitary's supply of air ran low, Eb persisted with doses, liquid kisses and beats that pounded like rocks
upon the delicate framework he loved to envision from time to time in between the distant chiming of ringing the two of them had to share across the skyline. The lights of the night sky penetrated Eb's penthouse and echoed across the room running a spotlight that left footprints mapping Eb's steps that carried the close of another intriguing and rather interesting evening with Emiystary.
Eb excused himself to the bathroom, followed by Eimystary's eyes that might have
undressed him had he not already held the limelight with his masculine traits. Once wrapped in his king size robe he leaned against the wall in the bathroom for a minute to gather his thoughts and deliberate over the evening's investigation that had come to a conclusion. The vaulted ceilings in Eb's penthouse clouded with a sticky, carcinogenic like aftermath that stuck in Eb's chest as he smiled at himself in the mirror, closing his eyes to the splash of water he collected from the glass bowl under the faucet. Before Eb could conclude his escape to the bathroom,
Emiystary meet him on the other side of the door as if she could move from being hung-over from body stocking moves against Eb's renaissance headboard and bedroom chamber all evening. Maybe the panic or fear of a quick disappearance into the dawn made
Emyistary move closer to the supply of heat flushing
through Eb's body. Eb was classy from winter to summer, classic moves and holiday gifted in his charms. The battle of fighting cupid's bows had Emiystary on the ropes tonight rewriting her lines that she could not rehearse enough in her head. Eb left thoughts tattooed across Emyistary's gentle, cascading waves sailing in from the dancehall and dirty dancing
Emystary burned like the flicker of the candle when it was hot but was cold pressed when it burned out. Emystary’s passion clung like her kisses on the back of Eb’s knees, thighs, cusp of the night awaying into his thoughts of her as if Calibus was cupid’s constituent. It was undeniable that the two had chemistry that blossomed when the two indulged their taste Emystary was wearing an expensive cotton garment that wrapped her shoulders and left them exposed to the gentle yet hungry bite of her lover’s kisses which were deep into involuntary collapses of her muscles when he embraced but excited her into a tantrum of passion that returned Ebony’s rain of energy. Eb’s call to Emystary broke the imagery that was flowing through Emystary’s head as she ran her fingers through her hair to pull back the hair from her hairline and then speak softly into the phone. All that Eb could hear was the pillow talk tone in Emystary’s voice which excited him too as if it were the first encounters, days past. It was still a flush of warm, unexpectedness that reminded him of when they first met.
If you remember Eb and Emystary had just shared several days of holiday together…
under a trance like state and gaze, she surrendered her spine, as it arched, drawn to the ceiling and bareness of the windows of an open soul reaching deeper into her waist that tetra-ed across the one room closed corridor ride to Eb’s flight out… falling into pleasure’s arms was the way Emystary remembered casting off the last day of Eb’s visit to her hide away.
WATERED FLESH BOOKED
HANDS HOLD SIGNED
HIS FIRM JAWLINE AND CAROUSELED
ACROSS THE DEEP OF HIS BREAST PLATE
WITH TIPS OF TONGUE DAMPENED FINGERS
DOWN HIS HALF UN-BUTTONED SHIRT
UNTIL HER HANDS UNWRAPPED THE THICKNESS OF HIS SPINE
LOOSENING THE STIFFNESS OF HIS WHITE SHIRT
AND THE REST OF THE BUTTONS
WHILST HE SAT PATIENTLY.
SHE STOOD STRADDLED BEHIND HIM,
HER FRAME COMPLIMENTING HIS HANDSOMENESS
THAT ENVELOPED THE REMAINIING SCENT OF HIS COLOGNE INTO
THE LATENESS OF THE HOUR’S HANDS THAT FELL.
NIAGRA SPRINGS WAS THE WARMTH OF HER BLOODLINE
FLOWING DOWN HIS SKIN
NOW DISTANCING THE MORN FROM THE CHILL OF COLD PIPES.
OF NO LABIRHYTHS MYSTERY WAS WHERE THE KISSES DRAINED
PORTIONING THE SHEETS, INK
THE BLOOD OF THE BREATH OF PAGES
UNTIL COMMUNICATION WAS UNDERSCORED
AND DISAPPEARING ACTS
ENVAPORATED THAT PRECEDED LUST
Excerpts from “Derrier le Velours”
The Orchestry of Touch
Endearment
This is the Night
after the Day
and all that come to mind is you
reasons only left to stand alone
say nothing more
only listen to the reasons I bring
and you'll find endearment
lingers after the words, so fine
not a movement that doesn't adhere to my heart
awaiting the love
you're the reason
I bring the words
even if they were of the last breathe
to gesture
of lines and words of measure
into the next
night after the day
and all that comes to mind
standing alone from all other
into endearment
that will not depart the sun of the day
the moon of the night
and all of its rays
all of the orbits that Saturn could hold
could not turn away
You
-Jocelyn Shaw
Notes of henna ran across the torsoed long legs of Emystary with the clouds of dim light in room that she saw when opening her eyes in between Eb’s romance. Eb lie beside Emystary and ran his finger tips like a bow across the violin strings making up the beautiful voice of his lover and her frame which consumed him writing their love story. The renaissance headboard above the two made for the canvas of their beautiful beginnings and ends every time Eb’s home welcomed the foreign atmosphere to his daily regime. Eb thought back on the last time Emystary came to arms fulfilling the corridors of his private channel.
Moments To Treasure
None whom has companioned
the endeavor of holding onto timeless treasure
enduring the days that have ventured
and the days yet to way our travels
many of more years to come
that will present this day
bestowed today my way
I bring about this moment of twenty four
this gift you'll carry
amidst the words of letters
cards and more
afore and beyond dearest one to me
hold the moment forever to treasure
wrapped in endless days together
an anniversary forseen to come again and again
timeless treasure
endless love
Jocelyn Shaw
Deepening the essence of rhythmic strokes
into a melody of synchronization
creating a palate of art
a mutual symphony
sharing the derivative of idea
becoming a blossomed vine of two
a principled equation destined into art
from the simplistic design
of mere mortal hand unfolded
a beautiful mystery
explained a hundred times
but only defined by the artist himself
onlooking the beholden into truly something powerful
Touch an orchestry
skin the organ of touch
played out on a flesh keyboard of ivory and ebony
notes between treble clef and bass
deepening the essence of rhythmic strokes
into a melody of synchronization
a mutual symphonyPleasantries-
How come dawn takes the one who wears my kisses were they of name? The formals only interupt the embrace and lock of our romance. Missing the hellos is the goodbye after we shed the hours and move on into other lives pretending to not desire the joining of gates and forever pleasured touch. Once the close of letters of invitation get us by the rules, the human in us remains attractive to basic. The art of science and health beauties the pages on day’s absence of pleasantries that are forgotten in the company of the what you can not take with you and what makes the scenery enchanted, cozy and the things that help to cope with real matters.
The impossible becomes possible
“Nice to meet you too“ Would that kick things off?, or lovers and dreamers, woven hellos with dismissed skeptics, that hands only differ with the rings of circles kept, company joined and desire, were they not present dawn could not escape the body and nature’s rules of attraction. It’s morning, and what has come to past is the rules while we slept in unconsciousness, away went time on flight and flee from pleasantries endoctrined into what’s meant and can be. Only night keeps a fool’s wasted disbelief and promise of pleasantries, and the real world carries on it’s affairs. Would that sound nice to skirt around what we’re really talking about, addressing?
-Jocelyn
“wrapped in endless days together…”
NILE DEEP- MOUTH/ HIS AND HERS TALE
Nile deep
Waiting that life flows into me or out
That we take chances
Or create death,
if our dream wastes.
Two that flow in opposite directions.
Simultaneously,
We desire.The beginnings and end
The mouth of two tales Hers and his
Rawness
No other way to say it
Not even an excuse
No measured cups, glasses
No gentle persuasion
No empty gestures
No sound
A silent picture desired
No rose colored glasses
No truth hidden
Naked raw words
A silent picture desired
The camera lens and machine makes a noise
Loose tape flops, and winds over
In the background of raw
Hide, No other way to say it
No swept up pin ups No excused forgottens
“BETH”, MARILYN’S BETH- DEEPER
The hole a belly of the floor collected, the plot of separation, the thick shun of daylight on the dark corners and drivers, a wicked bed entangled. Shouldered by co-conspiration on an accomplice to the music sheets being written in despair. The belly ripples and deeper he drives, wicked circles walk by, voices and whispers familiar, life on the line they whisper.
A conspirator chances to get an arrangement, a plot into action, his times running out. The floor yells to collect this deep plot,
to hide, to cover a trip wire, a ticking bomb sucking him in.
Damn spot.
A Hip Tale
The romance between the two, Eb and Emystary, curved the season of night.
The pocket of the chamber, held the passion and distance of their friendship while apart. Joining their thoughts, serenaded the words and letters which thickened not only the loins but veins of stationary. The stroke was tamed by a gentled longingness which bathed Emystary Lay deep, wound by Eb’s presence in her thoughts, Emystary fancied the real human element of their breaths combined on this night a mutual feeling of Eb.
Why not answer the coiled air and spirit that breathed him the rest of the night? Was it too soon after his departure? Or missing was the foreplay that lay down in the hips and tier of dances and steps broken, or undone in her touch.
The pocket of the chamber, held the passion and distance of their friendship while apart. Joining their thoughts, serenaded the words and letters which thickened not only the loins but veins of stationary. The stroke was tamed by a gentled longingness which bathed Emystary Lay deep, wound by Eb’s presence in her thoughts, Emystary fancied the real human element of their breaths combined on this night a mutual feeling of Eb.
Why not answer the coiled air and spirit that breathed him the rest of the night? Was it too soon after his departure? Or missing was the foreplay that lay down in the hips and tier of dances and steps broken, or undone in her touch.
Forecast
End’s prelude to waiting.
The awakened weathered thoughts sound
because starting is the first blow across pastures.
A never ending story desired, dreams unbroken blade.
Unselfish return to me of love, when no one heard
Emptier not filling while
Abridged doors of fantasy boastfully open to know.
Forecast the beginning rather than the end,
so we can always begin
Whatever the Romance, a will does not want to end what makes it human
Only live an end to hesitating whatever we will be.
Time is always writing , building a fence of suspense.
Why write a horror tale, when beautiful can begin?
Taxi Ride
It made the private news headliners ripple.
Rim and fast junky turtles in the sun’s breakfast.
Turtles that crept into the mouths of their shells when taking on investigation
Take us to our destination.
We don’t want to wait forever, traffic is too frenzy,
when standing on the sideline so long, the look of calmness toasts into the distance, it made a wash of joyous tears break,
a chaos of circles transporting updates
Rimmed and waiting.
The press is waiting to be the judge.
The junkies newsroom is packed, like the delivery room.
Borrowing lives, they storm the heavens with their thoughts.
The fallen cigars still smell of celibate celebrating.
Hey taxi, me first, I got my paper, my ride is long.
I want you to lay beside me
if there were no end and eternity was the beginning
a drink of your kiss, has taken me so much deeper
Wells of emotion and turns of devotion,
Finesse eyes your delicate and sincere
I take with me beauty’s portrait and breast the unknown,
welcome your days I do cherish and commit to invest
fragile innocence blurs the bottom of trodden days never flown
Beside me you will be strong
Tigris
The northern whispers harnessed a soft breath
beside cheek,
flowed south more unearthly,
than the stone and fossils of time’s royalty
wherein rose a virgin love,
conquered and re-conquered land re-birthed,
as a conquistador under the vacancy of the star due night
and natural vein of the thrust of his culture
owning his venus where he met life
after death or the darkness and woe of famine souls
Lovemaking a traveling nomad in language
The northern whispers harnessed a soft breath
beside cheek,
flowed south more unearthly,
than the stone and fossils of time’s royalty
wherein rose a virgin love,
conquered and re-conquered land re-birthed,
as a conquistador under the vacancy of the star due night
and natural vein of the thrust of his culture
owning his venus where he met life
after death or the darkness and woe of famine souls
Lovemaking a traveling nomad in language
Jocelyn
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