Flaxen Shade

Gypsy Kings: Viento Del Arena

Beneath a flaxen shade
Hide
Her eyes
So open, so
Burning
Questioning challenge
Will you come close
Or be consumed
By the fire
Rising higher
As her
Truth lies open
Behind the rush
Strong pulsing
The heated crush
Cascade
From soft skin
Longing for
The tracing touch
To begin
Enchanting along her jaw
So strong, while
Pink lips go rogue
The beckoning wait
The tilted neck
Inviting
The trace
Along her cheek
Begins
The caress of her neck
As he moves
To close
The unbearably short distance
Between his lips
And hers
Where friction
From
The burning heat
Increases desires burn
That ignites
Into an malestom
Just moments before
The unquenchable fire
Begun
To rival the sun
Upon contact
Beneath a flaxen shade

In a world

Lorde: Tennis Court remix

In a world
Where
One could look
But not touch
Touch
But not feel
It was too unreal
Her passion
That she had to bind
Lest she remember
What it was
To be
To be seen
For what she was
Beauty brazen
Savage wit
A caldron simmered
In her eyes
Threatening to boil over
With a smile savage
Longing to touch
To feel
All that was real
For her
Angry fist rising
While
Soft lips complying
To feel the burning touch
Of the simmering other
In a world

Turning from your window

Regina Spektor: Blood of Eden 

I asked you to take off your sunglasses

Nervous hands complied to my simple request
I smiled as you began  
Turning from your window
Hand softly disturbing the lace curtains that covered
Distorted laden glass panes
That
Had to pass as
A cage to contain
A silent sapping rage
At what I no longer know

Your naked  eyes dull spoke
What I refused to hear

The game had gotten out of control

But you noticed

What you hadn’t noticed
When
Embers erupted into fire

You laughed, the joy of a free woman

It filled the sky with elation

You danced, each step craving to push one step further
It surprised you

It scared you

The fire must be contained

So
Fierce in suffocating

Passions pure fire
Dancing flames orange reduce to blue

Then

Burning embers red

That refuse to die
Meanwhile

You keep your sunglasses on

Baila Me (Dance for me)

Gypsy Kings: Baila Me


My gypsy princess
Baila Me
Subtle form
Lite
Knowing
Smile
Glides
Half-open eyes
Lashes weigh thick
To find pupils

Thick
With desire
Softly move
Back and forth
Keeping rhythm
To swaying hips
Matching lips
Succlent ripe
The subtle step back
Conflicts with hips forward
Press
In the gentle rise of the
Dress
Chasing
Reveal of the knee
The turn
to each
To smile
Before extending
The invite
Baila Me

The wind carried

Afro Celt Sound System - When you're falling remix

*So the muse knows, this song does a great job of the simple capture of excited exuberance of life... so there we go

Enchanting as
Electric half-light
Cascades down
Your shine
From within
Your curved subtle grin
Excited Expectat
As the wind carried
The cry of your heart

One hand caressing glass
The other softly ran
Over
The comfort snug thigh
In your jeans faded blue
demure hug
ing the joy
of
Your eyes
full, open
Prancing
Diverted glance to
Your cell
To see if it would tell
If the wind
had found
him

Yet the glance
Refused to phase
Their chase through the crowd
Til  they were repaid
in delight
When their search found
Me
Who had searched
For you
As the wind carried
The cry of my heat

A hug
A comfort
A time to sit
Still
With you
As
Our hearts raced
Desperate to continue
The flow
Of life
Straining to leap
The space of separation
Laughing
Your eyes
Never lost their shine
As they welcomed mine
Closer
As the wind carried
The cry of our heats

Colliding chance and fate

Allison Krauss: Can't find my way home

Colliding chance and fate
Devils domain
Regardless of
The battle

Beautiful
Trusting gaze in
The shining of a
Child’s eyes
Or resounding 
Relief
After anxious
Moments crisis
All you have to do is believe
All you have to do is Believe
Blind Faith

Sometimes confused with
Psychosis
The belief in things
Contradictory to that seen
A blind faith
That
That car lights are on
Though no illumination
Even after
Muted midnight walk assures
Still pulling the knob
Just to check
Just to check

She had to become an angel
So that I could pretend not see the demon
Though I could
She had to become the Virgin
So that I could pretend not see the whore
Though I could

Colliding chance and fate
Devil’s domain

She
Had sold everything
For nothing
Does the
Dull ache in her lower back
Remind of the price
Of a soul
Slowly sold?
She returns to a past
That never was
To cover fear of a future
That has yet to be

Colliding chance and fate
Devils domain

El Mariachi

 Los Lobos & Antonio Banderas Cancion del El Mariachi

 

Light touches

Grace her neck

His fingers soft glide

As

His collapsed body

Embraces her flesh

His fingers trace

Drawing

Her continued stirring sounds

Some as soft

As a sigh

Other in resonance

Resemble a moan

Alone

Her and he

Responding to touch

Deftly

Though he

Knows

Her grace
Her shape

By heart
Her heart

By hand
Her

She never ceases to amaze
Yet

He must use all of his

Skill tender

The gentle strum

The caressing bend
To touch her silken strings

Metered pressure mixed

Of a pulling press

She softly sings

And

The music is beautiful