Single Spark

The Doors - L.A. Woman (Paul Oakenfold remix)

The meeting
Would be
His eyes traced
To find
Her pure sight
Filled with
The mad life force energy
Of the Sun
Its delicate burn
Soothing in
Its bask
Challenging to
The task
To join
The dance
Joined to
Her soft swaying swell
Beckoning
Challenging
Presenting
As they held
Back
The single spark
That shone
For him alone
That pierced
His defenses
When their eyes
Joined
Every eternal pause
Making
The meeting

Hannibal

2Cellos - "Mombasa"

Sorry I didn't write
Last night
My heart
And my head
Are in a fight

Like the savage
In a Brave New World
Longing
For the suffocation
To stop
The saturation
Of the insignificant
to cease
Of holding honor
In a vulgar world
Basing everything
on nothing
If they only looked
Or knew
That which is new
Is actually very old
Holding fast
To a house of cards
Waiting to tumble
At the slightest shake
Or tremor
Wondering if they can remember
The time they were able
To bask in the truth
Til the truth
Became too scary
For her
While her turning
Running
Served her so well
She only stumbled twice
or maybe more
As she was heading for the door

This
Was something he did not want to face
Her tripping gauze
He could not face
The shade entered
Dressed in lace
And the dancing shadows
Became nothing more
Than dancing shadows
The exile burned

But
Even the vaguest apparition
Regrew
The form of flesh
Hannibal knew how to win a battle
Reduced stone to rubble
Elephants crossed the Alps
Strikes swift savage
To the very heart
Hannibal knew how to win a battle

And now...

He would win the war

The song escaped him

Iron and Wine - Love Vigilantes

He was on the drive
back
When this song arrived

He listened
He knew
but could not place
Fractured memories
Although
as always
He was so close

A boy
A girl
A drive
back
Soft skirt dancing
Above her knee
Soft skin pliant
Dancing
Under the touch as
His hand
Confidently encroached
On the periphery
Intent eyes distracted
Laughing in
The flow
A conversation
A cassette played
Beckoning earnest
As his hands
In the joy filled trace
All along the periphery

Meanwhile
The journey pressed
Should he
Drive past
To see
If the lights were on
Or the getaway car
Of a mothers van
Parked at the side
Flouting to those who knew
While silent for those
Who wanted to pretend
When the world that does not exist
Is the most comfortable of all
To the one
Writing words
Believing
yet knowing
She would never see

All the while
The song
Escaped him

Pleasing affirmation

Pearl Jam - Better Man (acoustic)

Does she
When she
arrives home
Pause
To think of him
As the earnings come
Falling Golden hoops
Cascading pairs
Diminutive song
On n the dressers wood
Mirrors check clear
To insure
That the fleeting glimpse
Of the shadow
Is gone
At least for now
As she
Waits
In the pause
Thinks
Of the time
Of the touch
Searing savage
Like none else
Though there has been
So many touches since
Does she
When she
Slight pause
Reflect down
He was so young
But so was she
His touch progressing
Absorbing
Causing
Towards
Heat that summed so
Great a rising
From the surface
Of forbidden skin
Desperate
For the friction
Of her
Loves
Pleasing affirmation
Back when
Back then
In the day
In the rising cold
Does she miss
The welcoming warmth
The shelter
The acceptance
Of the one
Forced into exile
For committing
The most banal of all
In the modern day
The sin
Of speaking
Of being
Truth
Unabashed
The patter of feet
Dissolves away
The memory
That she
Would be
Frozen
For only a moment
That
Only returns
With each passing

Essential Truth - Winter Warmer (Old English Ale)

Mark Knopfler - Romeo and Juliet

Shall I embellish?
Or dress
The piercing Passion?
The crushing collapse?

Or shall I remember her words
Raw and eloquent
and simply say

I loved her
And sometimes

Sometimes

She

Loved me

Secret Cord

Leonard Cohen - Halleujah

Rising from autumns cold
He pushed toward
So did she
as he began to play
the secret cord
Forbidden
With movements
Hidden
Beneath her mutli-colored tapestry
Gentle movement
Soft slow
Rising
The gentle tease
Of flesh
Surrendering to flesh
Touches melting
Melding
In her
Burning surrender
Of passion fierce
Tracing touches
Playing with fire
Her head reclined
Lips frozen
In a silent cry
Of pleasure devastating
As
His fingers began
The gentle trace
Burning
Across her lips
Burning
Longing
Supple pout
To draw his touch
He longed to maintain
The balance
Between the savor
And deadly desires release
The sharp intake
Before one dives
Into passions flame
Feel the burn
Surrounding
Consuming
Knowing
To die
Is to live
When one begins to play
he secret cord

The power of a glance

Looper - Mondo '77

Though denigrated
And underestimated
Never doubt the power
Of a glance
Created by chance
She stood
When
I entered the bar
Despite the dark
She radiated
Fire from
Her eyes
Invited
Drew
The fire that radiated from my soul
That without being told
Knew that I wanted to know more
About the safe danger found
In her glowing warmth
Where life erupted
When
She heard my greeting
And
Her smile
Unabashed
Began the soft seduction
I wanted to know
More
But she
Beat me
Into the pressing close
Questions as her body
Moved
Pressing close
The soft firm
Press of lace
Danced across my arm
Eyes began to devour the other
As the wait
For the next sound to pass
Lips so full
Building desire
Maybe
She pressed into
Me
Or it could have been my move
Into her
So slight
So right
Simpatico
All borne
From the power of a glance
Created by chance