each second stamped with a single mark
anticipation
incitation
excitation
everytime i think about...
closed embraces
touching places
kissing faces
when i close my eyes...
those dark spaces
changing places
finding traces
when only i can hear...
those your voices
asking choices
midnight noises
each time i inhale...
deep desire
rising higher
igniting fire
and i can not stop this feeling
and i didnt think i d be dealing....
and with this feeling
this feeling...
Monday, November 23, 2009
touching you
how can i touch you unless it is not everywhere?i will descend into the dark reach of you and enslave your demaonsi will fall like rain upon your seedling dreams untill they find germinationi will run with the primal heart of youthe waterwheel of your secret aspirationsthe gateway of your body, leading me to the mansion of your mindi will worship in the chapel of your soulhow can i touch you unless it is not everywhere?therefore i will not staynot deem it worthy to come insidewhere i may not stay
words...
i want to seduce you with language but i have no words...
no words that burn, scorching the fields of my mind wet
no words as wild, as unbriddled as the passion you bid in me
no words as incitefull as your skins influence on mine
no words that curl like sparks of fire, licking my belly
what word feels like spine arching completion
no word as quicksilver as the electricity that dances between us
no word as luminous as the sheen of perfection tatooed on those arms
no poem can be as transcendental as that
i want to seduce with language but all i have is....
the sweeping verbs of these hands
the braille poetry of this skin
and the unbidden fay desire you conjure in me
i want to seduce with words...
but how can their mereness
touch your majesty
no words that burn, scorching the fields of my mind wet
no words as wild, as unbriddled as the passion you bid in me
no words as incitefull as your skins influence on mine
no words that curl like sparks of fire, licking my belly
what word feels like spine arching completion
no word as quicksilver as the electricity that dances between us
no word as luminous as the sheen of perfection tatooed on those arms
no poem can be as transcendental as that
i want to seduce with language but all i have is....
the sweeping verbs of these hands
the braille poetry of this skin
and the unbidden fay desire you conjure in me
i want to seduce with words...
but how can their mereness
touch your majesty
Friday, November 20, 2009
is it strange
you go into something eyes wide open...
still you do not see the arms of hell flung wide before you, you think you got it and you are in control untill you fall...then you realise before the ground rushes up to embrace you...that you never flew anyways...you just jumped high...so far you thought to hold the night sky in your hand ..but all you got was a swathe of air...
no trace of heaven
only air....
still you do not see the arms of hell flung wide before you, you think you got it and you are in control untill you fall...then you realise before the ground rushes up to embrace you...that you never flew anyways...you just jumped high...so far you thought to hold the night sky in your hand ..but all you got was a swathe of air...
no trace of heaven
only air....
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