I dream you every night, my virtuoso love.

You slide into my operatic soul

conducting my secret symphonies

a sheet shared only with you.

Bouts, neck, ribs and cords played sweetly, lovingly

by lips, tongue and fingers refined

till clusters spill o'er my pages.

Baritonal growls stir dynamics

orchestrating my acappella sighs

a celestial aria I ( Read more... )

Sittin on a boombox.
White-wig tunes
playin in a heart nobody knows
cause she ain't right.
Dat girl
wit Mozart in her mind
steppin to da beats of Beethoven
dreamin of screamin in cello
less violence, more violin.
She will never learn
cause all she knows
drags her still
street.

play

needy people

holding breathes

some thing tossed

away, bet

what we never owned

won't matter

if we never hit win

all we ever really need

to gather, place

frown or smile, just Love

play.

Tetractys: a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing, consists of 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20).

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pray
focus
quickened mind
uneasy heart
and find peace amid the maddened ruins

~

morn
touches
tender lips
yawns kissed away
strong hands knead stretching and we become one

~

wrists
silk scarf
restriction
to free my all
in bucking pleasure of your ( Read more... )

The creature rests in quite waters
eyes focused on the beacon of calm
until it doesn't.
And again, like so many times before
the storm brews
lightening quick flashes
bolt my mind reeling into madness
illogical, unfair.
Waves crash once still waters
just moments before.
Torrential rains of uncontrolled emotions
flood like a violent hurricane
thrashing about my ( Read more... )

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Merry Christmas, my friend. I miss you. xoxo

S- someone who's always there, I- inspirational, S- someone who loves your little quark's, T- truthful to a fault, E- even kinda quarky herself, R- really goofy when she gets really tired. Kinda corny but your worth it. thank you for being a friend, a shoulder to cry on, for understanding why i am the way i am, for being a mom when i ( Read more... )

I woke to the twining of fingers ( Read more... )

Baptized
Cleansed of iniquities
She becomes whole once more
Waltzing upon seas
Making angels to ripple love
Her heart sings in verses unknown

Lightened and alive
She butterflies the shore

A loving Mother speaks in phases
Incomprehensible phrases
That somehow, somewhere deep within
She knows
And so with body swaying
hands atwirling, raised and praising
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"Goddamn it!  Why don't you at least act like you like it!"

Some words
can never be forgotten. 
Some moments
define who we are and how we feel
or naught.

It is confusing
to need
and feel guilty for it
to pull and push
and feel guilty for it
to be a puppet
and feel nothing
to pretend while inside
there are awakenings.

It is confusing
to be so alive
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