Baila Me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9WoaBt8FH8

Svelte body softly sauntered

Like a mountain lion

Every movement focused

Every movement sure

Though eyes half hidden

By a glory of brown

Took in all

And in their blue depths

Seduced

All

Holding out

Her elegant hand

One phrase passed

Through urgent lips

Soft and full

Baila Me

With a smile

And bow

Her hand was taken

And the dance began

His slow claps

Met by hips

Undulating in rhythm

Beckoning

As they kept the beat

His hand began its soft caress

Against her soft strong back

He began his advance

To her beckoning retreat

Her lips softly parted

A whispered coo

Baila Me

 

A pressing of flesh

The soft, the firm

The gentle, the fevered

In movements voracious

in an indefinable tongue

Present only in a lovers kiss

Baila Me

Baila Me

Things are not what they appear to be

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GemKqzILV4w

Her eyes, her glory,

Fierce and strong

Within the power of a thousand suns

Burning, consuming, illuminating

Look closely and you will see

Hydrogen plumes burst across the surface

Attempting but unable to escape… the force

The power

A power so fierce

That the line

separating control and chaos

seems always a hairs breath from snapping

Her elegant jaw

Strong

Cutting

Sharp and savage

Firmly set, confidence exudes

Her lips, her mouth

So elegant in form

A hidden smile can bring joy

As easy as

An interpreted smirk destroys

Her body

Finely fashioned

Reflects the discipline

The will

Of determined eloquence

With hands made strong

To firmly grasp

Or just as easily

Let go

Arms, legs

Torso too

Carved from elegance 

Formed by her own hands

That exudes a lethal beauty

But things are not as they appear to be

In her eyes lie the gift of life,

And comfort that endures

Her jaw so sharp tamed by love

Lends its support to those she lifts

Her lips, so soft, so tender

Her mouth giving life to words

That express her cherish

To all that she lets in

Her body

Firm yet soft

Chisled yet supple

Hard

Yet soft

So very very soft

That every touch

Comforts

And lingers

But things are not as they appear to be

For her true glory

Her true might

Is all covertly

hidden from sight

Revealed to whom

And when she chooses

For she knows all too well

Their power

Her cunning wit,

That captures, ensnares

Puzzles, as it pleases

That searches for answers

That draws out life

And brings forth too

A renaissance eternal

If it’s revealed to you

Her heart

So tender, so kind

Though ripped, torn, and crushed at times

Most often by others

Sometimes her too

Never fails to open freely, ready to give

She will give ‘till it hurts

And continue on

In defiance of pain

For her heart, it knows no other

Hidden behind the façade of ‘Big girl’

Is a little girl, who at times longs to laugh

Longs to run, longs to simply play

If she is so lucky

To play

For a moment

…if only for a moment

The facets finely tuned,

are too numerable to mention

her finer points

her uninhibited spirit

But as I said

Of the little truth I know

Comes only from what she chooses to reveal

I know that there is so much more, and

That things are not what they appear to be…

…they are even deeper and better.

Happenstance? Coinicence? Luck? or Intention?

http://www.facebook.com/editnote.php  (Sting Shape of my Heart)




Happenstance? coincidence? luck? or intention?
Breaking walls, breaking convention
Breaking maddening run
Stopping Savage
Sweating Blood
The body halted, the body obeyed, but mind…
Ran still

Still, Silent,
Focused, Ferocious
Running, running, run
It wasn’t me…or was it?
He said

Coulda, Shoulda
But would I?
Would I?
Would?
Would I what-he wasn't sure
so his mind continued its run

Luck it can’t be,
Fates no friend
o’ mine

Coincidence, to much like luck
Fate lurk
Not far behind

Happenstace, no romance there
For the power that exists
A power that rages still in
slight touch, tragic caress
maddening caress, the glancing of a kiss

And in that kiss, so small, so tender, so…
light
Lies A power that forged of the earth
With its mighty fist

Clutching, grabbing, sweet caress
Whose power mocked Vulcan
With its volcanic desire,
Burning, consuming,
Impurities
Burning, consuming,
Distance
Burning, consuming,
Burning, consuming
Burn

Well that only leaves intention…
Which it wasn’t
At
First
Or
Second...
Or
First
At
Wasn’t it?

She liked to cook

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_eLtniMirs (Pearl Jam Better Man)

She liked to cook
Though take out
Littered trash
Business lunches
Counted coup
On credit cards
Checking defeats
Or victories
Business was business
She liked to cook
Coffee at least

So each morning
Two heaping teaspoons of ritualized reality
For each cup
That would be good
Good to the last drop
At least

Each dripping release
Percolated as
Thoughts of the day
Fermented for
She liked to cook
Coffee at least

Tiny movements
Breaking thought
A look
A smile
She would love today

Though
If she did her job
And did it well
It would leave

But she loved family
She thought
As she prepared the check
For the babysitter

Coffee continued cadence
Of brewing

She knew that tonight
Another hollow visit
To stale air
Of the house
Where nothing changed
Save the slow decay
Of a frozen future

Coffee continued cadence
Of brewing

Today she would work out
Today she would not grow old
Today she
Today

Cycle complete
Cup caressed
On journey to table
To pretend she loved
The one who read the paper
Peered only at paper
Or at his fine collection
Of porcelain dolls
The best that money could buy

For he loved that
She loved to cook
Coffee at least

Tendril Trace

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNzK28eCdc8  (Sting: Come again)  A poem for my girl Tuesday.  I know the words of the song are beautiful, and so too I hope are the words of my poem.

Come again, come again

Simple request

He only held out his hand

He knew that this was

Best… to watch for know

He knew

She feared her wounds

And believed they made her

Less… some think that each wound delivered

Invites a hint of death

But a wise gardener knows

That pruning actually

leads to the

Best… of times, beauty savage

All in her possession

The time is to step forward

No retreat no

Regression… it’s the here, the now,

I know

that you will find

That days long past

Remain long past

And now’s the best of

Times.. times insistent press

So will she answer my request?

Answer arrives

Eye meet eye

Hidden grin

The storm rekindled

She moved effortlessly,

Elegance embodied.

In a subtle sultry sash

Across the floor.

She is beauty incarnate

Lithe form with sylvan call

Her gentle trace

Her beckoning eyes

Still cause one to

Fall… into a tendril trace upon the mind

Have you ever noticed?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVbS1dxj7FA&feature=related Sting’s winters night

Staring at horizon

“Have you noticed how the light of the stars travelled thousands of years, piercing the darkness, only to be seen by us tonight?” said he
“Have you noticed how the night gently caressed the light as it passed with a loving trace?” said she

Smiling stare sustained

“Have you noticed how the sea stops the fall of the sky?” said she
“Have you noticed how the sky comforts, protects, and shields the sea?” said he

Smiling stare sustained

“Well, have you noticed how the sand halts the chaos of the sea?” said he
“Hmmm, have you noticed how the sea is embraced and absorbed by the touch of the sand?” said she

Smiling stare sustained

“Have you noticed how shifting sand supports us?” said she
“Yet, have you noticed with its slight sink, it longs to envelop us?” said he

Smiling stare sustained
Yet
He turned to look at her
“Have you ever noticed left?” said he

Smiling stare sustained
Yet
She turned to look at him
“Have you ever noticed right?” said she

With little more
Than this touch of sight
And a slight trace of cheek
She loved him and he loved her
Have you ever noticed?

Have you ever noticed?

The Conversation

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmAlpU0AgaM&feature=related


Breaking onslaught
Of the long battle
Turned guerrilla
The ring of a phone
With its piercing Clarion cry
Brought a potential for peace

Press of a button
A hesitant
“Hello”

With merely the sound of her reply
Began the ballet

Like an excited puppy
His soul
Anxiously leapt
Furiously pulled
Ravenously fighting
Striving for union
To be again complete
To play, to dance,
To frolic with the heart
Of a cherished friend

Desperate pull of the leash
All the while
Carrying out the parry
And thrusts
Necessary
For the verbal fencing

Amazed to hear her voice
Nonetheless
He asked the questions
To answers already known
As if on rote
Movements followed patterns

So many times before
So many movements

Although his heart longed to make sure she was alright
All it wanted
Was to break through
And simply hold
To simply
And wordlessly
Take her in his arms
And without a word
Just hold
Just hold
And be held

But

It had to hold
Off
Just a moment longer

Conversation continued
Each movement
Testing the safety
With each advance
Behind each strike
Neither side
Pressed for a kill
Or even
A wound

Delicate surrounding

All left unsaid
Was to be left unsaid

Then came the moment
That point in every conversation
Often less
Than an intake of breath
Where
On the exhale
Could come the message
Of preparing departure

Time stopped
For a moment
His heat paused
For a moment
Little did he know
At that moment
That on the other line
Her mask had slipped
Just a little
For a moment

She continued to talk
To open
To reveal
For a moment

His heart leapt
The leash by which it was being held
Bit into the hand of the master
Although commanded to heel
It strove unabated

With tiny paws his heart
Barely touched the heart
Of his long lost companion
Although the touch was light
It none the less
Was a touch
A warm nurturing touch
And for a moment
It was able to play
If only for a moment

How did he know this?

He heard the most glorious sound of all
Simple harmony
Whose absence had tortured his soul

Her laugh

Not fake
Not false

But her laugh
Her laugh

It was her

Born in her heart

And in that moment
The puppy broke free
As puppies long to do
Ran immediately to his former pack member
And furiously began to play
To laugh
To live
If only for a moment

And

Her face bore a smile

Suddenly it didn’t matter
If the sun nestled on the horizon
Was rising
Or setting

Her face bore a smile