"By the time you swear you are his, shivering and sighing, And he vows his passions is, infinite, undying, Lady, make note of this: one of you is lying." Dorothy Parker (Unfortunate Coincidence 1927) I am thinking of you, sitting in my car, beams of light stretching from, this pleasure, this splendor, A rich inner life started with you, seeming to end with you, as dawn bursts through, the shrouded cape of night, You are in my head, dancing through, I can hear the music of your motion, swaying back and forth. The waves shift in passion, as subtle, soft and gentle sloshes, begin to crash hard and furiously. Leaning back against the seat;, hands on the wheel, Imagining yours, the song of my own soul, becoming, folding, pushing the swell, the beat, the rhythm becomes rapid, trying to maintain, yet, I am pulled, into the lyrics over and over, Slow down, overwhelming senses, growing and overflowing, the rain pours through, curious clouds, you, the fog lifts, the sun blinding, my sight, piercing, toward as these elements create, the true joy of this satiety, inside my soul, satisfyingly bestows, a new clarity, as they take the form, of a rainbow. By: Amber D. Ackerman "He set my heart floating on the honey stream of his words, with his amorous kiss he burnt my lips, and left me utterly alone, and unfulfilled." Kshetrayya
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 06:38:29 +0000
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