The slow twist

Bob Marley - Lady Gaga: Could you be Loved - Love game

The slow twist
began

Her tanned skin
Light cinnamon
Kissed
Mingled
Captured rays
And the heat
of a dying sun

Her mane
Cascaded
Down
To frame
Half opened mirrors
Reflecting
Her heat
Without shame

Her foot slowly twisted
Back
And forth
Round
And round
Knowing
Waiting

All the while
A
Sly smile
Knowing
Longing
Waiting
For my approach
For the fire
To erupt
As she smiled
Beckoning

Finger brought
Between
Pursed lips
So red
So full
Wanting only
To capitulate
To the burning touch
Of his Kiss
Just as smoldering
Lacking only
The breath of life
To be consumed

All as
The slow twist continued

Like a bird

Like a bird
Longing
Forever for the sky
Yet afraid to
Leave
The nest
I hope that she
Chooses
To bloom
Before the sun
Passes her by
Tired of waiting

She lost herself

A flock of Seagulls - Extemded Remix

She lost
Herself
Thoughtless
Eyes closed
As she surrendered
To
Her desire building
For so long
Longing
For release
As she flet
His kiss
Rise
Soft
Stong
Along
Her desires
Passion

She lost
Herself
In movements
Longing
Bucking
Pressing
Up
Down
As his kiss
Became
Devouring
As

She lost
Herself
Drunk with desire
The fire building
His touch
Exploration
Across
The supple
The tight
So
Firm
So
Right
In the
Smooth
Inviting
Longing
Shot electric
Through
His fingertips
His kiss
As the two
Consumed
One
To the other
Secluded in the safety
Of the other
And in the fusion
She lost herself
In the other
And in so
Found herself
In
The other

Muzak

Blink 182: Miss you

Perhaps
It was
A couple of days ago
A song
From my past
Had been converted to Muzak
Symphonic nothingness
Replacing
The real
With an anorexic
Hollow

You know
Maybe

Or

Perhaps

The scratching at my window
I knew was her
But I dare not look
For
So many times
In the past
I looked
To find
Nothing
Save a fleeting glimpse
That
She would deny
Despite
Either
I wouldn't look
Yet
I had to

I was her nothing

or I was her everything

Which
Is why
I was
her nothing

Two voices
Stuck
The permanent binary
The ying
The yang
Forever opposed
Forever in balance

The most penitent of pilgrims
Might catch only
A glimpse
Of paradise
Or
Be driven mad
By a return trip

Or perhaps lfie
Was being replaced
By a Muzak
Soul

Thunder rumbled

Spain: It's so true

In the distance
The thunder rumbled
Like so many times
Yet
Her
Dark eyes
Filled with light
Looked
Into his
Knowing
The deluge would begin
In the world
Of the two
She had waited so long
for the touch
Of the rain
To pour
To caress
Wash
Away
To pull
Toward
At the moment
His hands
Wrapped
Around her waist
To pull her tight
Laden drops fell
Bittersweet strikes
That could not stop
The rising fire
From
Heated lips
Intense foucs on the other
Drew close
The circiling touch
Proves
Sometimes
Lighting
Strikes more than once
At
Or at least a circling around
The same point

In the deluge

Madonna-She's Not me (Offer Nissiam remix)

In the darkness they stood
So close
Yet
Separated
By the smallest distance
Which of course
Made it the largest
Static shot
Flaming tongues between
In the sparse moments
Where the space
Was an injustice
To all that had been made
For him
For her
So ready
So ripe
Desire
Driving
To the madness
That came with the touch
Consuming
The dam had to be broken
The cracks could barely hold
That which was whole
The wall interrupting the flow
That nature had fought to make right
To return
To the space
Where the he
And the she
Were made whole
In the heat
Of the deluge
Longing to pour
And the two
Might become lost
In the deluge

Simmering ash

David Gilmour-The Girl in the yellow dress

So in the end 

Maybe 

I was her everything
Or nothing

 All remaining
In the refuse
Simmering ash
That she fears to disturb

Not wanting to let it die
Or live
Just linger
Burn
Soft
But in its red glare
The memory can linger
If only a moment longer
For moments
Frozen
Are all she has left

Perhaps a laugh

Perhaps a sigh

One sip of the grey goose
To keep perfect the lie
Of a time
As her hand
With the fan
Softly sways

Lest her moves
Even reconcile
Disturb through movements unseen

Even an ash