Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Little Bird


Annie Lennox: Little Bird remix
 
Outside
The breaking dawn
Shocked from slumber
A little bird
Who
Flew
To meet
The horizons
Soft seduction
Gentle light
Peeled back
Earth’s night cold
As
From the shaded hall
Elegance emerged
Followed by a question
“Do I look pretty?”
Knowing full well
That the grace of her eyes
Cheeks soft shine
Would tell
Where words would only be
Cheap reflections of
The essence
Her laugh
Gentle caress on my ear
Her touch
The pulling near
So the whisper
Do I look pretty?
Could be heard
Regardless
The turn to follow
Her
White robe
Loose tie
The hint of her thigh
And the side
Of a beckoning slide
Waiting for the touch
The soft trace
Furtive embrace
Her laugh  
Even messed
Morning hair looked
As if not a single strain
Was out of place
The warmth of her spirit
Flooded the room
I move close to place
The tender morning kiss
On accepting lips
Before her hands gentle press
Met the smiling eyes question
“Do I look pretty?”
Knowing full well
My honest reply
“C’est belle”

Friday, December 26, 2014

Silently shouted revolution


Gypsy Kings: Caminando Por La Calle

 

Greetings the coming winters cold
The Young Turks
Silently shouted revolution
With a simple smile
Content to find
The warming shelter
Of the others hand
The invitation
Found in the other’s eyes
No compromise
For
The celebration
The simple joy
La vida
Laughing
Sometimes he may step right
Or she left
But the subtle syncopation
Of pounding feet
Matched the hearts
Each to each
Each for each
Defiant to the world
In their acceptance of the other
Nothing could silence
The continual spring
Flowing from the united heart

 

Monday, December 22, 2014

Some say none knew


 
Rolling Stones Heaven Remix
 
Some say none knew
What to do
With her:
The moon
Anymore
 
Some say none knew
What to do
When the secular
Became sacred
Anymore

So much easier to blame an orb
Celestial

Save the few
 
Or
 
The two
 
Intent
On her
Starry space 
Though more
Intense
On the grace
Offered by
Heavenly bodies of
The other
As always 

But she shone
As always
 
Such was the order of things
She knew 

The nervous laugh
Hid the burn
Within 
While
Encroaching cold
Hid the burn
From out
The smile
The lean
The space in between
Disappeared
As always

The soft sliding
Trace along her
Inner thigh
To signify
He leaned to try
A contact burning
Met her closed eyes
As she pressed 
For contact
With his lips 
To speak 
Words so pure
They could not bear
To be spoken
Honesty so real
The angels hid their wings
As always

The pulling press
Gentle caress
Voracious
Her shift 
Time frozen
Encapsulating
The flame eternal
Burned bright
Burned fierce
Burned
As always

And the moon
Smiled
As always