My closed fists keep banging on the wall. My lungs hurt so much from losing air. It's becoming hard to breathe. I never stop pounding even as I can see blood flow out from my bruised hands. My mind is in a panic and the fear starts to creep up through my whole body because I don't know how to swim and the wall is giving me no respite so I can get my breath.I have begun to feel weak and hopeless, fearing that I shall never...
Strong heart is beating in a harmony,Each movement set angelically with pride. So subtle that it matches musically,To center stage exquisite form does glideOn pointe, on tiptoe, swaying with the tuneThe wind caresses, gently singing free.So calm her soul, like summer days in JuneBut every step is like a storm tossed seaBehind sweet lips and eyes, typhoons may hide,With calmness and with prideful dancing eyes,The chaos an...
in response to 3 comments for Alhambra by the same author, excerpted below: " . . . cooled the hot Andalucian sun and carried it off into arched spaces shaded like the olive trees we would eat paella . . . ""My angel is merciless to dream in perfect whispersshe shushes me to heaven with less than definitionan infinite elation within flashes of desperationnot sparing me a notion of deliverance from fascinationhunger wings...
in response to the following lovely comment left for languid (mornin', Sweeting):"my fingers slid down the natural gradientstretching the skin in all the more sensitivefelt as a soft moan might pad on a sheetintent on some scheme or huntfor the indistinct hollownested in foam shallowsI grip your sparrow tailin serene slow motionbut sleep slips through to stilltake flightan action which escapes into inactionwhen a feather...
