The word

 Peter Gabriel 14 Black Paintings Special

  

In the beginning was the word

Forms to function
To speak of dreams

To cut

To heal

To birth life

Or create a cauldron of strife

In the beginning was the word

Those

Inanimate used to animate

Soft subtle whispers

Causing her pupils

To dilate

In the half-light

Cold eyes burned

Bright ideas taking form

Ideal was hoped

In symbols spoken

No fear

Of awesome power brought

To life

As the two

Drew

Closer

Diminutive separation diminished

Longing for combustion ensued as

The tentative lean

Searched for safety

In daring the longing caress

With the touch

That meant so much

Animal fire leapt to life

Budding heat of parted lips

Moving close

So

They could speak the unspeakable

Each to each

For

In the beginning was the word

Let's Dance

David Bowie: Let's Dance remix

The Moon

Spoke

As it shed it’s light

On the two

 

Let’s Dance

 

He listened

He heard

His look

Was all it took

For her fire

Shaken to life

At his touch

His burning glance

A pressing request

Should she take the chance ?

 

Let’s Dance

 

Embers long blaze

Stinging heat brining life

As the heat glows fierce

Through her skin

Burdegoning with desire

 

Let’s dance

 

The searing slide

The silken glide

Of his arm around

Her thin pressing waist

Yet she backs away

The heat is too intense

 

Let’s Dance

 

Yet in her eyes

The candle smoldered

Loinging for his light

To touch the smoke

Enflaming inferno

Desperate to burn

 

Let’s Dance

 

A press

Towards

A caress

Over

Her

Gentle hills jutting

Beckoning

As flaming lips

Sought to devour

All they touched

Devouring soft

Teasing traces

Dancing to a music

Driven

Given life

Made pure

Yet searing

By the flame

 

Let’s Dance

She sat

On the edge

Lit by

Diffuse sun

Filtering sky

Through leaves

Flow

Flames dance

In cautious eyes

Waiting

Longing

Forever searching

Demure lashes

Invite one

To gaze upon

The warming comfort

Eyes

Set in cinnamon tan

Symbol

Of a soul

Waiting

Longing

Forever searching

Yet warning

For thought flows furious

Just behind
Iris black

Looking forward

Yet holding

Back

Only for a moment

Waiting

Longing

To celebrate the laughter
As 

She sat 

On the edge

The dance has begun

Sting: Desert Rose Arabic remix

 

At first sight

One cannot deny the light

That radiates from

Eyes that contain

Power of the sun

Smiling challenge

The dance has begun

 

You advance

Despite or due

To the dark

The ashen hue

Of the fog

Enhancing the mystery

Or revealing truth as

The breathing becomes shallow

Solar

Flares signal

Continue to leap

From her smoldering glance

As the dance

Cannot be denied

The motion generates

Electric static arc

The slight rise of the skirt

The bended knee

The rhythmic sway of hips

Allowing to see

Life

Pulsing to the music

Or is it you

Rising

The dance has begun

Charged hands find her

Elusive slip-

-ing smile

Containing beckoning glance

A fleeting brush

Of fabric gentle soft

Pursing hands long

To claim

To feel

The firm, tight

All the while

The long for

Validation of the real

Heart pulsing animal

Within

Her skin

Your pull meets

Her tender push

Revealing

Renewing

So much

The twist

The searing heat trace

Along her jaw

As pull of lips

Touch

In frozen time

Tidal movement swallowed

By a thronging mass

As

The dance has begun

The Artist

 

The Clash: Train in vain remix (really cool remix )
 

On the twilight horizon, the artist stands

Arms in air
Why?
Defiant in trying to hold the remains of the day
Or ushering in the new?
Unsure you ask which
Knowingly he simply smiles
"You tell me,
I'm just an artist."

They say you can’t see the wind

Only its effects

Van Gogh saw the wind

Drove him mad

In

Trying to recreate

Reflections of
His stormy night sky

If you have to ask why

I understand

Embrace

Bond: Victory

 

Fear

The great usurper

Stopping the flow

Interrupting the life

Longing to pass

To go

Beyond

To break

To embrace

But

She continues to dance

As

The reservoir remains

Passion building pressure

Denial

Builds defiance

It its steady strike

Longing for the upheaval

The revolution has begun

Water lapping strike

Will eventually wear

For

The dreamer of the day

Owns the night

Her thoughts wander

Of this touch that lingers

In her soul

In dreams

Of his heated embrace

The Beatles: Blackbird remix

The gentle storm

Subsides

As morning rains do

A tender greeting

Sky to earth

A setting for the two 

Reading she sat

Shadow framed French doors

Diffused lace lit

Comfort clad white robe

A beauty, a peace

Made my heart want

To quit

Before

I placed her coffee

On the stand

Looking up

Warm almond eyes

Said thanks

While her smile

Said so much more

Closing book

She rises

Wordless

Her arms slide

To mine

As we begin

A gentle storm
Rises