On

Music: Thomas Dolby Oceanea

On

Peaceful sheets

Of silken satin

He

Had been awake

for the time til

All the while

She slept still

Gentle shaft of morning light

A coaxing visitor who

Had waited long

Throughout the night

Gleefully peeked through curtain crack

Placid soft in its delight

To lay with her

Upon her back

Waiting for the harvest ripe

On

Certain space

Transitional ground

Plain and straight interruption

Met supple foothills of

Harvest ripe curve

Her tussed hair

Gracefully inelegant

Fell soft

On

Golden skin

The subtle glory out

Hid her true glory within

On

Peaceful sheets

Of silken satin

He

Always remember

Eurythmics: :Love is a stranger remix

The remix starts

Pulsing gentle, throb carried beat

Slight movements destiny drawn

Charging course, supple heat

Burn soft eternal, flowed though veins

Where simple surging passion

Devoured all that remained

Nagel eyes crafted held hidden hope

Tensions dilated dark mystery

Dangling from rope  

Of secret tantalization

A hidden touch, so far,

So near

So… so… close

Furious sleep

The twist, the turn

How long could she burn

While

Nocturnal visits

Dreams unspoken

Churned

Cutting silken glide

Through oozing heat

As passion dripped

Caught by a friction

In the sweltering static

Of the primal burn

So primal

So burning

Reflecting forging fission

In heaving swells of the molten seas

Fuming simmer revision

Of languages unspoken

Burned fierce

Frozen

Savage soul

Always remember

Snap

Charles Mingus - Moanin'

Snap, Snap

Beatnik soul
Cutting groove of destiny
Fingers strong
A Second sight
Crosses lips
Of sugar
Promised delight
Change
Under cover of night
with a snap
ing grin
A retreat begins
To shun
To beckon
Her svelte smile
refuses reveal
But the parting lips
breathe promise
breathe life
Breath

SNAP

The lightest Press

 Sting - When we dance

The hand began

Gentle caress

In the lightest press

From fingers firm

Sliding smooth

Across a blameless neck

So he played

Gentle melody

Confessing

To the mass

As unreal

As surrounding smoke

As the space

The room

The world

Collapsed

Into the two

He

And the she

That somewhere sat

And heard

In an enveloping dark

He knew she watched him play

He felt the pull

Gentle Gravity

Drawing the song

To where it belonged

To her

The light touch

The tender grace

The sliding press

Silken smooth

The subtle move-

ment and play

of fingers could dance

while he sat

While his hand

Maintained gentle caress