the golden dress Monday, November 21, 2011 | Comments:
'to see something'
the golden curves flaming off you
indecencies aplenty, shivers galore
-you make me fall in love again
'to taste something'
the rawness off your shoulders
freshness aplenty, nakedness galore
-you make me repeat myself
'to touch something'
the delicate part behind your knees
cravings aplenty, promises galore
-you make me kneel
'to know something'
the deep dark blue in your eyes
whispers aplenty, sweet-nothings galore
-oh, we do have a story to tell
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naked souls Tuesday, August 04, 2009 | Comments:
you know, silhouettes are signature
hug me from behind and encompass mine
could you give me one day?
I would
meadow greens marry baby pink
kiss my eyes, kiss my eyes
how would you say it?
I would hold your hand
'your nails are constantly dug in the inner seam of my jeans'
can't remember the time they frowned
where would we be going?
I would hold your hand and take you to the beach
this is due, that is pending and we indulge in the shade
naked souls are selective listeners
what would we be doing?
I would hold your hand, take you to the beach and talk endlessly
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his dilemna - II Thursday, February 19, 2009 | Comments:
"Fuck me" he said
"Do you always do this?" she said
"Why this? Why now?" he said
"Shhh..." she said
"Can I?" he said
"Hush little baby..." she said
"Pass me that hug" he said
"Explore me" she said
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lavender smile Monday, December 29, 2008 | Comments:
he slides his hand over her body
rising from her waist to her neck
her eyes constantly locked in his.
she uses words like 'perhaps'.
she hugs him to hold him close
...steady...
he is flying somewhere; her fragrance, his wings.
she uses words like 'perhaps'.
she takes his hand
when they walk together
memory lanes are slippery, she says.
she uses words like 'perhaps'.
he passed by her house
waved at her from the street
they choke when they talk of love.
she uses words like 'perhaps'.
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his dilemma Sunday, October 12, 2008 | Comments:
She sat there in his heart
waiting for him
She had her hands on her knees
her legs crossed at the ankles.
She remembered the time
when he had walked into her head
“He didn't have to wait!”
Why should she, she wondered.
She noticed the perforated, dripping ceiling
and bleeding walls.
Pictures of friends stuck randomly, with notes
which led her to believe that they had never visited this place.
(Picture of himself stuck randomly, with notes
which led her to believe...)
There was a traffic of emotions and feelings
criss-crossing, rushing past as she sat there
trying not to disturb anything.
He had warned (he always did, so you had to take the fall for everything).
She sat there in his heart,
her hand on her shoulder, adjusting her bra-strap with her thumb.
She didn't know that to see her,
he would have to rip his heart open
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