Stolen like fevered
dreams, waking our mortal
hearts. Gasping air
in gulps as though
we've never known
how. Gazing upon
our sleeping souls
it listens. This
late night is walking
on still winds to
speak with me. It
has words of which
it wants me to hear.
My dreams come in
collisions. My heart
wakes me. So filled,
so saturated. Crawling
deep ageless wisdom is
shining. Within your
forever embrace of
light reflecting, my
eyes can see.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Overwhelmed
You are the rousing,
rapturous vixen. In
nights covered with
our embrace. Sweet
lusted honey rain coats
us, covers us. Mad
vigorous chords echo
consuming intoxication.
Forever us has incited
revolts to scream out
uncovered emotion. Now
pressed, deeply withdrawn,
hearts ring bells. They
resound, they speak unheard
muffled cries. It's
confusion.
To look upon you, and see
you - everything. Smaller
cities embrace us without
concern. Sunrise crawls
across us through some
unknown window. It's
us, our emotions speak
of it.
Across your skin so gently
my eyes thirst to admire,
my fingers must trace love,
I must adore your succulent
flesh - my need for you
excesses into ecstasy.
Ever for tomorrow our
esoteric emotions breathe
into passionate life adrift
on rivers of threads wrapped
into our love. The gossamer,
so fine, beads the water and
catches our delicate souls.
rapturous vixen. In
nights covered with
our embrace. Sweet
lusted honey rain coats
us, covers us. Mad
vigorous chords echo
consuming intoxication.
Forever us has incited
revolts to scream out
uncovered emotion. Now
pressed, deeply withdrawn,
hearts ring bells. They
resound, they speak unheard
muffled cries. It's
confusion.
To look upon you, and see
you - everything. Smaller
cities embrace us without
concern. Sunrise crawls
across us through some
unknown window. It's
us, our emotions speak
of it.
Across your skin so gently
my eyes thirst to admire,
my fingers must trace love,
I must adore your succulent
flesh - my need for you
excesses into ecstasy.
Ever for tomorrow our
esoteric emotions breathe
into passionate life adrift
on rivers of threads wrapped
into our love. The gossamer,
so fine, beads the water and
catches our delicate souls.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Vinyl Tiger
We're intense when we
look into some sky that
is off somewhere, someplace,
that's placed in dreams left
like records waiting for
us to return.
The elegant touch of needle
to vinyl grabs. It makes
your eyes roll with clouds
of some tomorrow lover's
sunrise.
Do you hear it? The music
of life ringing in our ears.
The sinuous vibrato of the
sun painting our faces with
long lines of shadow.
There are pictures outside
that need to be taken. You
have kept the tigers away
long enough - you have given
away more than you should.
Life bleeds. It will, and
always has. Past love is born
and of us forever. It is every
piece of us, every thread, but
it isn't our forever tomorrow.
When the clouds roll by,
they drift through our
eyes. I see you like
never before - old, young,
in love, with life worth
loving. I see you.
look into some sky that
is off somewhere, someplace,
that's placed in dreams left
like records waiting for
us to return.
The elegant touch of needle
to vinyl grabs. It makes
your eyes roll with clouds
of some tomorrow lover's
sunrise.
Do you hear it? The music
of life ringing in our ears.
The sinuous vibrato of the
sun painting our faces with
long lines of shadow.
There are pictures outside
that need to be taken. You
have kept the tigers away
long enough - you have given
away more than you should.
Life bleeds. It will, and
always has. Past love is born
and of us forever. It is every
piece of us, every thread, but
it isn't our forever tomorrow.
When the clouds roll by,
they drift through our
eyes. I see you like
never before - old, young,
in love, with life worth
loving. I see you.
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