The mirror of a flail.
I feel my nipples ripple
Through my blouse
And wishing your hands
Were in place of the whistle
From the ceiling fan
Grazing the baby kisses on my
Neck…
The beauty next to nothing
An auto-biography under her
Ring…a
Something that
What the fuck does she do with this?
Stand still – be there when I look
At you…sweat
Suckle like a baby needing
A piece of the pie
Needles lost in a stack
And…I ain’t going back.
Trembling the inherent negotiation whispering the few
Words that center your silhouette
Crumbling from a dial tone that no longer exist
To define the equanimity of the balance.
Which is to what is.
If I come here..will you find the way?
It’s as if you are just the perception of
My mind’s eye
…but then again, I woke up.
Giving birth to death
One felony at a time.
Breeching the dotted line
I thought I had to walk along
Like the movie I told myself
When you knew me….
Clenching to each note she whispers
To the birth of song in movement.
I find an ounce of reason to keep
Moving…through this life….
The long and daunting road.
I shallow backwards to see
Even the darker side
Of me….and how
This time is awkwardly the light.
The days…I found you.
I found me.
My love, my memories, my me, my you…my everything…
where are you?
I have lost my use for words
and finding my room to stay….
The sunlight penetrating through my mind
As the symphony of fingers rendered seamless
dance thru my skin.
Sounds forgiven as the moment swims
Criticized by a moment of desire(s)
And sins…
Elegant and heart-field cries
She smiles and grins
Centered in the miles
Of his translucent eyes
Like the dotted whisper
Caressing his smile…
She cries while the now of fantasies surrenders
and fingers
The mile of thought(s)
And long-winded memories (censored)
That takes her down
One day at a time
And knowing the freedom
Is all in the moment listening
Through the sound(s)
Here again and again –
And The Is –
Is Now.
Ways to never concede in a room full of deceit…
And never thought I’d say the things I do at times I do..
And then the fair-weathered thought flows off my shoulder
To yours
Just the boys come and go and I walk away
Just like I always do – they say….
Bet you never thought who you were dealin’
With till now…
You see me when I left you in your fevered
Embrace
I bet you thought you could tailgate my rendered
Love for you
But the truth hurts when I’m not the one that gets attached
The salvation of letting go is free(er) than the impending
Sleeping alone…that feels so free
When I turn….I let go…cuz
Space and love equal letting go…
That’s the way I am – don’t think I ever look back
Cuz I am who I am…smiles, zen and all…
Don’t ever think you knew that…
Till now….
Sometimes people equate sex with that connection when they don’t connect at all
Just a lack of a lullaby that I can’t forget
won’t let it –
Some thrive on the mind and soul that is sound asleep
No notoriety – no outlet.
Don’t you all know that everything is temporary…
even that little moment we strive to fill the moments
That, if lucky, we find someone to complete that moment rather than fill.
I want to feel that moment
The interlude to a song that I write with the dance we silhouette through the moonlight
Stakes high at range..and yet,
Love that no one can abide or escape –
like a stranger in the night
It takes flight
It gives heat….
As the fallacy of permanence is resurrected
With the media
And the fearful that can’t face their right
To be wondrous
And see
Set free
So true – the moment
Is here
To be
with you…..
Honor the way you reveal the beauty that marks us – the same
that is mine…right above the belly button – we fed onward
and shine(d)
each other through music and our eyes saw the same moment
and the same time
another day
I look down beneath my breast and remember the beauty mark
That matches yours – with the same name
Connection through synchronicity and the place in time
Me and you met
and did the naked silhouette(d) dance in your living room
and wept…
Whispering in deaf’s ear
Knocking down the belligerent barriers and the
past-driven(ed) walls
My ideals and fantasies bargaining culture
Covert(ed) to the Pervert(ed)
Shadowing and senseless
My touch reaps motion(less)
Calls…
The art of a thousand words without
Saying anything
Seeing the reckless and abandoned souls
Near and far seekers cradle
looking in the room of love
And what is and forever will be
When you look down that road
Since, the path IS the goal….
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