Monday, February 29, 2016
487 Days
"A delicious night to be alive," came the softly spoken words. The dance complete, the steps lost to memory, lingering cologne on pillows, and dreams of tomorrow. It all burns so bright before gradually fading to a wistful longing. Grown men have turned away shielding their gaze from the raw emotion before them, and still...we remain.
Longing for more.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Temptation
You cannot lead me to the forbidden places, that I don't want to go. You simply cannot tempt me.
I will always be able to say no. Just turn that corner and walk away. I'll follow my own path. What's meant to be, will always be. There is no need to rush. In the dark I'll find you once more. but right now you mustn't touch.
Saturday, February 27, 2016
Time
The sun's about to rise over you, so many miles away. I've been up all night drawing from life in huge gasps calling your name.
Friday, February 26, 2016
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Strands
Sinks and islands filled. Highlights of friendship and laughter that glisten like stars in the sky. All unique, all small strands in the intricate and beautiful tapestry that forms life. We dance, along that fine line of moderation and ultimate hedonistic pleasure.
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Free Fall With Me
Things I may not say directly to you, whispered in moments of grace and awe. Revealed between the unclear lines. You worry needlessly, hold on too tightly when all you need do is let yourself go. Free Fall with me, dance along the edge and space between time. Become the my poems, prose and lyrical existence. Second guess nothing, embrace what you already know.
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
The Kingdom of Neverwhere....
Enter my kingdom; Enchantingly wild but a bit cultivated, castles and mansions with many rooms sit atop green hills and hide between clefts of mountains. Crystalline streams and icy waterfalls leap and play, tossing mists and rainbow sparkles in the clean, cool air. Carpets of wildflowers, honeysuckle and wild berries riot over the meadows and low stone fences wander the hillsides.
And what goes on in this kingdom? What takes place in the mysterious mansions, awe-inspiring castles and charming cottages? Every sort of wonder, desire, foolish, depraved, excessive, and decadent wonder that may catch one's fancy. What might you catch me doing on a mid summer's eve in the fast fading twilight of a sun streaked day? Why, I could be between two trees, glistening with sweat, the remains of a light dress nestled at my feet engrossed within the pages of some old tome.....or perhaps one would stumble upon a shamelessly wanton lass passionately lost in all the nuances of hedonistic pleasure.
My world, My rules.
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