Olivia (Haikus)

     Olivia 

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(Haïkus of an Enamoration)

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Olivia Porphyria

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(to a soulmate I don't yet know but have always known)

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It was in a dream...

I think

For the very first time

I saw your visage

A soft breeze

Oozing Oasis in a desert den

Must have been

March or April....

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Sprung spring new

Full of perfumes and fresh dew

Your face was a Sun

When I stood at the portico

Your House number 67

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Canal Do Rego

House of Albius Severus , The Great

The Nomenclator

Whispering at your door

The Arrival of whom you so well 

Already knew: 

"The Prince is here"

Your heart swells of Passion 

"I hear" you modically mutter

Not Prince of Regents 

But Prince of Poets, Rhymes, ballads, forces, Magic

"My owner is here " you utter

Then we gaze into each other ryes

At the gate

I lose my greek

You call me the Ethiopian

That has enslaved your breast

Forgetting you have enslaved my breath 

Lengthy passionate "étreinte"

Then, you say, tenderly, 

Out of breath,

softened by the overwhelming emotion

"Come in quick 

Before the guards behold"

You're an Ocean

Of Hope!

Despite the alarm, fear has no hold

Passion stirs us, stretching us

Til Dawn

Convulsion ridden

The Night burns the middle night oil

The candles beg to be silenced 

The plot begs for unfold

In your arms, I travel the Whole Universe 

In a second....

A second after,

Your soft hair lying on my breast

With the ink of sweat

You write on my chest

"Olivia is the Moor's"

Fragrance of delicacy 

The Auburn rivers of your hair

Embalm the new morning air 

Reluctantly

Us, both, staring 

At the new rising Sun

Made ash of passion,

Piercing, bits of light in the darkened room,

Shines through.

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I must elope

A tender kiss

"Stay!"

"You know I can't"

"...even if you wanted to..."

"..." (Powerless silence)

"I know...", 

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A cloud of sadness

Gleams your Goddess's features

You still hold, grip me

The Sun is now out

Son of the Sun 

I must head East

To give Reverence

I breathe you in

Enlace your girths

Kiss your thighs

Honor your Divinity

And painfully break away

With out a stare of Passion 

Left on my treasured half 

Behind,

As I prepare 

To have the leap of Faith 

After that of Love

A knock on your door

Your maid, checking on you,

Accomplice of our musings,

"Tis' a new day...."

"Oh Clorinda, tis' a new world!!!"

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Auburn Nile of your hair

Thighs, soft scents, incense dragons

Sybaritic voluptuousness

We, lay, enlaced

A Hookah pipe that I hold you,

Emperors of Sovereign Leisure

My pair, my accomplice, Alicia

Olivia Laetitia Porphyria, Julia

Poise, loft. Elegant nonchalance 

We are aestheticians of methodical sybaricity

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Wine taken at the cups

Of your lips

Cause a solar eclipse

And irresistible hiccups 

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Amphora shaped hips 

Bosom of fire

Delicate ivory flesh

Blue veinula

Fumes, hookah, opium

Eureka

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The sun comes down

The Night Nymph starts the countdown 

You, smiling, frown

I wear you the moon

For crown.

Ark ho!!

To the Moon, 

For our honeymoon 

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A dragonfly

Glides on a stream of light

Then hides

In spite

Of light work's kite

A kitty mews:

Tis' news from Channel LOVE

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Magnificent God, powerful and more forceful in the mists of Silence. Your School is that of Silent Power that over gives, overdoes, that over achieves yet stays serene. Thy Power is as deep as your silence. Greatness, you inspired, invincibility you expire, and breathe in again, the atoms of Precision and Perfection. Give me thy firmness in the act of completion and the art of finishing beautifully, strongly, powerfully, great and admirably such as you demonstrate in the exertion of the Great Work and the Infaillible Will.

Thy Knowledge of the Governing Dynamics is endless, in length, greatness, precision, and thou access with your piercing eye the spots on any sun, on any moon, however pure 

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I admire your natural Nobility, Magnificent Orphan God, born of two  great Principles, being the Third. Thou art Adorable.

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You are strong, lofty and full