Monthly Archives: February 2016

Time

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Time did what the old ones said it would.

It went by fast and now

Sweet child you are grown.

Out into the world you have gone.

How did it  feel so slow in moments

Only to be gone all at once?

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Art

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Living and breathing is art
Art as we call it
It’s like love as we call it
Intangible
Like air
Like heaven
A mere word spoken
A mere pen to paper
Paint to canvas
Voice to song
Body to dance
Art is in your heart
Art is in your eyes
How you you perceive is how you see

Back To Love

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I want to hear you whisper my name

With a craving ignited

From unrevealed dimensions

Within.

(A breathless

Quivering voice.)

 Eager.

Crawling on hands and knees.

 Whispering as you plead for water;

Begging to saturate your parched lips.

I want to feel your hands searching for treasures;

Your fingertips wandering with anticipation

Of

New found discoveries

And your lips to trail every last inch of me

In dire need of reciprocation.

I want to feel  you

Shudder

And reach a point of such great intensity,

A

Summit so high,

Your whole body becomes immobilized

Waiting for oxygen.

And I want to be the breath of life

That brings you back to

Love.