Saturday, November 28, 2009


Sultry, I hear, the rhythm of hitched breath:  
Marked eternity in this, love's sashayed percussion.
Golden skin--tremulous with your alabaster touch. 

There stands you--mighty, gentle, broken, and whole--  
All for me to hold
To love
To get lost in.
Haunted orbs of blue,
Depths of cerulean sea.

You are my obsidian diadem, Obelisk laying claim to this, my quivering heart. 
Mine spine, oh how they shiver at your honeyed breath.

I awake to dreams of heightened sensations,
Of futures awash in fireworks' kaleidoscope.
Hushed conversations illuminated by hearth's embers,
Moonlit dances and rain upon velvet cheeks, 
And fingertips tracing
Stubborn jaw framed by moon-dappled freckles.
Heart to heart,
Hand in hand,
Eyes locked,
Breathing as one.

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We must never permit the voice of humanity
within us to be silenced. It is Man's sympathy with all creatures that first makes him a Man.

--Albert Schweitzer

Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.

--Viktor E. Frankl