IT lurks beside your dreams, beneath the shaded garments;
Blankets strewn and hanging; they form IT.
My heart! My heart is rapid for the first time! I love this book.
Stupid book! Sleep.…
White knuckle sensation
Sweet thrill of thrust
Pitching swirling lust.
I can share…
She moves in a contemplation of her soul presence still.
I do not want to know
stories about the affair you
I do not want to hear
Gossip tilt your affair
I do not want to see
Intimate scenes behind
If it until I know
Get out of my life
do not play with me
do not be…
Above beating hearts race, tender whispers sound, flesh on flesh; touch to touch. Destitute rings below a hollow gong that has no sound. A silent scream etched in wood. And somewhere between young …
Have just completed the August 21 workshop and the theme was direction direction direction. However I have felt it better to emphasize communicate communicate communicate in this piece. I believe tha…
… the burning of give …
You call me
and i come
You speak to me
and i yield
You touch me
and my breath is taken away
my thoughts are consumed with You
… the calm is; now goes; sum creation movements are.
The reality of no identity end-bound …
“Nobody is going to ever own her soul”
Sustained to join inhale and live it’s release..
The enchanting overture,
the dramatic movement,
the thrilling crescendo,
a standing ovation from us both.
I don’t mean to be snotty…
Feathers in my pillow, from birds that fly free…
Remnants of my life that used to be…
They sleep all day
At night they come out to play
They run around and cause trouble
Causing things to fall, breaking stuff, making noise
I find them constantly in my toys!!!