He looks far in the distance, the blue in his eyes how they sparkle hope. I know he feels the depth of wonder as I do, as I have. The wonder of why things happen as they do, ever so sudden ever so new. I see how his eyes glisten as the lights glow emotion, waiting to explode. Like the stars that are to come, on this midnight love. These similar truths have brought us together, in a timeless matter. The world goes to sleep and his tears start to bleed. Staring at me as I allow him to be, not alone.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
The Web She Weaves
How tangled they may be, yet the beauty of it's rare form and flow continue to catch her audience in awe. They are drawn to her exquisite being. She has exhaled herself into a whirlpool of emotion, spinning with passion. Her power has placed them in pause. They stare. The dive of darkness has drowned a creative urge to see light, like a past life. Yet she remains dark, like a shadow seen unable to touch. And so she swims in the fluid of lust, finding her breath with the desire to reach air just once. She stops. Complex yet so simple, her seduction is everlasting. She draws mystery, darker than the deepest of seas. They sink into her eyes, sweetly drowning in the essence of her depth. She comes close, without hesitation she bites. They indulge in the beauty of her movement. So delicate yet so feared, temptation has caught the soul.
Los Angeles
Dreams/ Window writing
March 5, 2014
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