Consuming

Gorillaz vs. Donna Summer - Stylo vs. I feel good (Djs from Mars bootleg remix)

Hair cascades
To the side
Her grin
When she saw
Him enter
There was no lie
In the fire
From her eye
As she
Looked at the one
Who made her laugh
The lean
The reveal
Slight
It would be alright
If he saw
Just a little
Of the bounty
That longed for his touch
The small diffusion
As her bangs slid over
To cover
For a moment
But she could look
Hidden
Into his stare
And see
That he
Had seen
What she wanted him to see
A laugh
Head tossed back
The finger starting slow circles
As she though
Of the exploration
Of her hidden treasure
That burned so bright
In her mind
But
The coquette
Would play
Until
He would approach
His touch
Would begin
Soft
Gentle
Apprehensive
Until the animal
Primal
Burst forth
Her fire
Had spread
Serving to focus
His desire
Unto hers
Consuming passion
Sweeled
As his tendril touches
Began the soft ballet
Of movements
Drawing her desire
Building her heat
Pressing the soft
Surrounding
Into him
The tought
The caress
The feel
Of him

Consuming

The touch

Consuming

The moment

Consuming

As she lost herself into desire

Consuming

The fog and the mist

U2 and Mary J. Blige - One

The fog I can stand
Childhood memories
Of flying
Through a cloud on earth
The joy
Celebration
Pressing the boundaries
The elation
Of the unknown
Barely seen
Unlike the mist

That covers
hides
With a dissapating
Disguise
Evades
Blurring only
Charlatans excuse thin
All
They were covered by
The mist where all
Touches
Contact
The building heat
Can be laughed off
The accidental pass

But in the fog
Comes confident clarity
Piercing
Shadows dancing
On the wall of the cave
Are merely shadows
Til
The fog thins
Into
The mist

The unending dance cries
For the return
Of the fog

Lingering moments

Spain: Our love is gonna live forever

In the dying remains of the day
I passed a cemetery
Monuments set
For the living
A final cry of the passed
To mark that they had lived
A finger in the face
Of the death which had claimed them
That is when I saw him

The golden hue
The suns dying proclamation
Before its collapse
Did little to color the ashen pale of his skin
He was sitting in a white chair
Red Lincoln parked to the side
Back door open
He didn't care
For he was there
For someone else

His white shirt
That had once pressed so tight
Now large
Irregular creases
Marked his shrinking frame
But
Black tie
Straight
Fedora tight
His folding chair so White
Grey pants pressed
Shoes spotless
He was there for the lady
That would always be his

The glaucoma glasses
Could not hide
That his eyes
Were staring
Off
Into a land of memory
Where they were forever
He didn't even bother to stare
At the splash of color
In the flowers he laid on her grave
He didn't care
For he was there
For the someone else
Who now
Lived only in his memory

The memory
The cause
For his lone pilgrimage
That kept him going
Until the next day
For the one day
They would be together

Your smile so tender

Marvin Gaye Van Morrison: Lets get into the mystic mashup

Your smile so tender
The gentle twist of your hair
So tight
Dangled strands cannot hide
The light
That shines so fierce
So right
From your eyes
Inviting
The gentle dance
Back and forth
Craving
My rose hidden in the desert
Daring
To brave the thorns
For whatever sharp pain
Would quickly meld
Melt
The euphoric bliss
Seared soft burn
In the heat of your kiss
drawing the passion
Smoldered so long
From your lips
To feel your lean
Your burn
The press
Of your longing soft
Enveloping me
In the engulfing embrace
Surrounding in the fierce soft
The ravenous desire
Melting
Each into each
Both knowing
The shortest distance between two points
Is unbearable
And the desire is always born anew
As I look into your eyes
And
Your smile so tender

Sunglasses

Elvis Costello: Beyond Belief (early version)

In the crowd
She wore sunglasses
That day
Perhaps
To hide
Maybe
For
At times
Times cross
You count the wins
you count the
Lost
You cannot trust your eyes
So you turn
And catch the crow's feet
In the space
Overlooked by her plastic surgeon
Diminutive spot between the thumb
and pointer
Yet you don't want to speak
Of the subtle
Encroaching
Rush of time
To someone desperate
To return to a past
That may have never been
For her
An illusion, regardless of how real
Is still no more
Than an illusion
Perhaps that's why
She wore sunglasses
That day

Saftey

U2: Desire (Hollywood remix)

The safety
In the pauses

Where I looked
Into her
Simmering eyes
I would find myself lost
In the
Burning
Specks of light
Radiating from her laughter
Fueling desire
To feel the heated
Passion
Of her lips
Knowingly
She would giggle
Knowing that all she felt
Was safe
In our pauses
That longed for action
So
She
Would
Cross her legs
All the while
Allowing her skirt
To ride high
A feigned distraction
She knew
Flaring our passion
As she pulled close
So close
The diminutive game
Of cat
And mouse
In the trace
Along her blouse
To feel her
Longing press
Drawing close
Pulling my want
Into her soft caress
Along
To pull
Her into
The safety
Of the light
held
To try to light the way
Where the heart was safely held
In the other

The safety

The somersault

2Cellos: Il Libro Dell' Amore

Never be afraid

To risk
A somersault

Or to jump
In the muddy waters
Of the puddle simple in
Simply sitting 

By the side

A lone remnant
In the repose
After your dance
Laughing in
The cascading rain
You are never too old
Too be young
To live
To feel
The blood rush
To your fingers
To rise in
Your cheeks
To be to
Unabashed

They may call you
Fool
Hold your freedom
In disdain

Do not hear

Laugh
Back

They are captured
And when they want
To be free

Perhaps
They will
But as
For you

NEVER fear

The risk

Of a simple
A somersault

She laughed

Dont cha push my humps mashup

Was it the red
In her shirt
That hid under
The white
Over

Or the lips
That drew
In a permanent smile
Laden
With a dew
Longing
To be tasted
Consumed
Drawn from
With only
A brush
A touch
From the building
Desire
Of my lips

She leaned
She laughed
She pierced
How much
She
Could never know
How her eyes pierced
Though
My mask
Longing
Waiting
only for connection
Never knowing
how I longed
To taste
The heated friction
Separated
By the vast chasm
Of the most minute degree

Waiting
Burning
Smoldering
For completion
To a fire
That had smoldered
For so long

So long

Waiting
To erupt
Into
An inferno
primal

The rising
Touch
Matching
The perfect balance
Of a balet
Unbroken
For the moment
Where souls
Fuse
Into one
For a moment
However fleeting

The moment would remain
And the moment
Would last
An eternnity

The world was here first

Counting crows: The Ghost in you

We are taught how to hold on
But never how to let go

I heard the report
That Oil prices were leveling out
And I thought of her
The girl
Who mourned more
At the collapse
of Goldman Sachs
That she ever would
For what was happening
To her brother
Her neighbor
All to escape
The hollow known only
As herself

Yet
The love
Regardless
How broken
Is a hollow renminder
Of the mystery
Of neverland
To this Peter pan

She still comes
Wendy
Unexpected
Unannounced
In a staggered walk
Hulking
Lumbering
Wandering
Wanting
To envelop you
Nothing but a ghost
A ghost
You long to feel
Her touch
While running from her face
For you know the view
Would be crushing
Too much would be destroyed
Too much could never be
Too many worlds
Destroyed
She never really
Felt
The way
That you felt
But you can't be mad
For you know
That you fell for
Nothing more
Than a reflection
Of your deepest desires
That she
Slid
Into
So comfortably
Just like
She
had
To
So
Many
Others

Why did it have to be
So many others

Fair?
The world was here first

Lightning

Jimmi Hendrix: Love or confusion

Thoughts that rain
In my mind waiting
For an explosion
To release
And cover
Yet too many
Too much
The pouring falls
Into
A cascade
Longing for release
Yet
Held back
In the land
Of too little
Too much
The skies
Long to rest
Wait to pour
Upon the thirsty ground
Waiting only
For the first strike
Of lightning