Reflect in the raindrops
Sprinkled across panes of glass...
Night song pulsed through me,
Shimmering into the first shades of morning.
I delight in the silvery euphoria
Of liquid voices,
Bassy beats that tremble my body,
And electronic melodies
That echo a post-modern reality.
I sway into the throbbing crowd,
Feeling the passions of a generation:
Love, agony, lust, tragedy--
We crave release,
Thrashing about in a moment of dance.
Surreal lights flash to hypnotic rhythms,
Glowing colors illuminate
Beads of sweat sizzling on skin,
And I surrender to the night,
Relishing in its sweet intoxication.
There he left me,
standing in pools of fluid emotion
filled with love that aches...
The night wrapped around us
and we spoke to each other
with only a gaze...
His kiss, it lingered
on my lips
as I watched `til he vanished
into the mist
and his voice
echoes through my soul:
It's always hottest
Just before the storm--
Oppressive skies of passions' fire
Glow oragnge with warning
Air so thick, so tense,
So inescapably dense
The film lies upon you...
...And you wait for the storm
To crash in release...
Thunder calls out in the collision of opposite forces...!
Lightning its silent scream of friction...!
The sky breaks,
A flood of release
To soft weeping
Under shades of misty gray sky...
As it heals,
Quietly reflecting on the chaos,
Under the dewy dampness of spent tears...
Pulling myself from his warm, wet arms
was hard enough...
out into the sunny snow-glared street--
the slick rush of noonday traffic
as I kiss the man who confuses me,
my toy toying with me,
Rumbling around in the backseat
fumbling around my purse for cab fare
--see, I've missed the bus again--
too busy wrapped in his body, unfolding his mind...
He wants to know what I tell them.
hell, people hear what they want to,
especially when you're not sure what to say...
damn, I don't even have time before work
to have my "calming cigarette"--
those cabs always come so quick...
love leaves you waiting...
It's the urge in your soul,
When your mouth waters,
Wanting to consume
That which you've only tasted
But to gobble brings guilt
To starve brings stress
And relief brings regret
It's the moment you want to cry
But you can't quite find the topic of your tears
So you just sigh
And softly, silently
It's the pull you feel
To do things you can't explain
And then you realize
You're only dancing
Into the gravity strings of the Universe
It's the goodbye your eyes whisper
To the wee hours
When the magic colors fade
The sun comes up, bringing daylight
Says a lingering goodnight...
It's the Unspoken...
That which calls your name
From no particular direction
Gives you a kiss
And sends you off to school
To face the bullies of the new day.
It's hard to trust the spring,
I must say I've been fooled before
My skin left unprotected
And in the sudden shifting winds,
I was frozen and rejected
But wearing too much blocks the touch
Of Love's caressing breath
Summer's promise is on Spring's lips
But it's not quite here just yet.
In the meantime, still I realize
I just have to take that chance
Spring's sun is irresistible,
Love's breeze is like a dance.
But I've been fooled by both before,
Those two experienced players
So I use an old New England trick:
Always dress in layers!
that she is, loves, and learns
Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit...
It's not always roses, but that's life...
for bitter or sweet.
I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place...
...A mile in my shoes...