Flushed cheeks and shallow breaths,

heart crazy wild - boom ba boom -
like bass and drums, the guitar high strung
on a single long and stirring note

reverberation, aggression brewing, and yet

that first not quite touch where we hold the tease...

you have moved me to words.

hurt

That second fall was worse than I thought.

The pain of aches and needs haunting
my restless slumber throughout the night.
Bruised and sprained, a pulling in the abs,
the back and up around the heart. This morning
nap after nap, and roaming about free, foregoing
the struggle of everyday bindings.

Been a long time since I was bruised, felt sore;
the good, clean kind of hurt from over exertion;
the lights, the music, the laughter and joy.
Been a while since I took any chances
but I guess I was about due and so I stepped forth.
Consciously have I indulged fully aware

life is not lived in books and thought. Though
it is knowing what I need, it is not lived in strict
ideals but weights and measures, for it is lived
in taking the chance of falling, getting bruised...

hurt.

paint me with fingertips
of cool caress, wine spilt
from tongue and lips
and words sweetly
dipped in desire's intent.

green tea with mango

and she is suddenly flush
too warm. The week
had passed in whispers
of passion, little more.

What is this? she sighed.
and in restless thought
conclusions came clean;

processing a priori to priori
to conclusionary statements of
invalid over and over again
until the validation came;

greed. So simple, she adores
what they are but wants
quantity as well as quality.

Oh she is a greedy girl.

She
gone break
that toy
ever you get
to play again.

Ra sleeps deep
amidst the seas of
gray chiffon in folds
his lover left too sweet
as passions spent,
he sleeps for days content.

Miss not his warmth
for soon his lover tempts
and will they touch
again, setting to spark
the sun high in the sky
at midnight and twilight.

So think not of the day
as gray but as long deep sighs
you send through that girl grown
and how she does adore you.