Monday, October 18, 2010

Do you see what I see?

A first poem. A juicy story. A wish. A threat. A dessert. A great battle. An inner conflict. A dream. A sunset. A whisper. An unfinished sentence. A lucky charm. A character in a book. A muse. An image. An ideal. An enemy. An instigator. A light. An oracle. A heretic. A whore. A healer. A teacher. A rock. A fairy. An unforgettable moment. An argument you always lose to. A mirror. A drink with no alcohol but lots of chocolate. A late night phone call that never ends. A fuzzy leopard blanket. A question mark. A vagabond. A free spirit. A prayer. A forgotten memory. An acquired taste. A little girl w/ pink hair and tattoos. A hit to the head. A trouble child. A runaway. A lost soul. An intolerable instant. A headache. A fantasy. A reality. A reminder of the long ago. A guide. An alternative to dinner. A blank canvas. A game. A cunt. A cup of tea. An illusion. A key. A heroine. An enigma. A conundrum. An unsolved riddle. A yawn. A laugh heard around the world. A quiet moment. A bouquet of flowers. A resting place. A remedy. A very loud and long orgasm. An awkward silence. A Leo Dragon. A myth. A stolen moment. An addiction. A piece to unravel. A present to unwrap. A deep and vast ocean. A thoughtful presence. An ending. A misspelled word. An untold story. A long pregnant pause. A brief hiatus. A part of nothing and everything. A good night kiss. A song yet to be written.

A gift.
End.

The Essence of Love...

"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along." -Rumi

"What matters is giving over to what you love."

"Leap. Run towards....it all..."

"It's those moments where time stands still..."

"Seeing your past, present and future in each other's eyes..."


Life is....

At the top,
with
views
overlooking
the valley and
cloud covering,
the crisp air
from the
mountain ridge
feels like
a hundred kisses
planted
on
my cheeks...
lips....
arms...
fingers...
belly...
thighs...
.......

The music
echoes
within
my chest
synchronizing
with
my heart beat.

My arms
catapult
above
my head
as I
attempt
a reach
to
the heavens.

My legs
spread
wide...
parting...
while
my hips
sway
and
move
rhythmically.

Then,
a kick
to the
front
with
the
right leg
and then
the left.

A high kick
in salute
with
a back move
like
a crouch
followed by
a quick leap
to a
standing position,
arms
outstretched
with
a
neck
snap
to
the side.

Then,
turning
around
in a
360
degrees
move
with
eyes
closed.

Music
filling
your ears,
your insides,
your emptiness.

Life is what you make it.
Life is about The Dance...