Dancers On The Sand

Danced and done. Resting on the

shifting warmth of the sand as she

listens to her oceans sweet music. 

Spells to her like potions for emotions.

The suns rays rubbed on her a soothing

lotion sinking into her skin. Sunny waves

like invitations keep coming in

crashing on her splashing and sinking.

And then she thinks. Softly slowly.

Hold me close. Sand dancers again.

Taste my tears. Calm-fears.

Help me be one right piece .

Shift my gears. Sand dancers again.

Then she makes her mind play

the tune to the song she hums

to feel. Then sees the words

the ones that heal.

She lets them run to her mind :

Hold me close. Your hair brushing

my face once again. While I cry.

I lost those nights. The ones I need.

Hold me close. Sand dancers again.

Taste my tears. Calm my fears.

Help me be one piece again.

Shift my gears. Sand dancers again.

Lay me down like sand dancers.

Count the grains in my hair.

I watch the stars . Warmth- cool

soft to my back. Oh how waves

sound so near. Hold me close

sand dancers. Only I can hear.

Waves startle her. Back now she

feels the lotion on her skin.

Under the elixir of her mind.

The sea air heavy , the rolls and swells

of the water behind her washing the day.

Inward she looks for the sound

of her tune. She lets it lead. Breaths

in and feels her lyrics: Softly slowly.

Your breath on mine. Lets be sand

dancers. Together an dancing. Moon

darts of reflections. Glitter above me.

Sprinkles falling like rain from the

night sky. Drenching us with now.

Danced and done. Resting on the

shifting warmth of the sand as he

listens to the oceans sweet music.

Spell like feelings to him, a fine wine.

The suns rays fall on him soothing

sinking into his skin. Sun waves

like invitations keep coming in

crashing on him splashing then

sinking.

And then he remembers.

Looking at the locket in his hand.

Worded rythms enter his mind :

"Now she’s with me.

Always my tiny  dancer. "

Then he relives her words.

“Hold me close. Sand dancer- again.

Taste my tears. Calm my fears.

Help me be one right piece with you .

Shift my gears. Sand dance to me.”

Green Day - Are We The Waiting Lyrics :

Starry nights city lights coming down over me
Skyscrapers and stargazers in my head
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
This dirty town was burning down in my dreams
Lost and found city bound in my dreams

And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting

Forget me nots and second thoughts live in isolation
Heads or tails and fairytales in my mind (C'mon)
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
The rage and love, the story of my life
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie (C'mon)

And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting
And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown

                    

Sweet Flowers

Stuck, moved to longing and
filled with want. Unable to care,
from fanning flames of things
consumed in me. I reach for never
and now. Gaining neither.
Caught in this wanting for more
of the sameness and saneness of self.
Lost from chasing me to you.

Never catching the next feat of my
attentive passions to write in the
diaries of our thoughts. On then I
push you pull I need you want I
rush you run. Then I stop. Walk
to the edge of no, look out and
yell for the insistence of
control I gave up.

Gained from realizing the need
to feed the dream I live in endless
pursuit. To taste, innocence and charm
hiding amongst those secrets guarding
the mystery of hers-each calling me.
And the she’s, who will, and can
always draw me nearer, reaching me
at all times and any place again and again.

Whispers so sweet, the finer they are spoken.
Voices on the wind drifting to my spirit .
Sounds of soft colors directed in me.
Pleasing rays of light the finest hue.
Beautiful flowers the ripest buds.
Heavenly creatures, angels all.
Magnificent thoughts of wonder.
The grandest architecture of structure.
Splendid as many, desirable as only one.
Expressions of appreciation.

Capturing this with thought and
skill the more I chase the less
my words run.
Finally I will use them for me.
To be the comfort of this besotted.
For reading the leaves of desire.
The cost to me most weighty.

Payment tendered with the
vulnerable openness and
wanton dreaminess hope brings.
The currency of which has been
minted by my heart:
Pain , love, want, desire
needing, wonder, passion
Intimacy, longing, lust
and caring. Various denominations
of notes I use to pay for the things
I write that are felt with inner
strife and seen with ethereal reason.

Always as sweet flowers to my mind.
Here I celebrate them.
They call to me, rise and fall.
Sprint and stop! Show sorrow,
feel pain and laugh, love with
for and about us.

To give them their just reward
and make an impression here,
Lasting, real and known. Using
words to form pictures of moments
Carved in now, “as well they should be”.

They; become part of me forever etched
deep in my heart as fleeting glimpses
of loves lost and reminders of sorrows gained.
Triumphs felt and known.  Entwined with
my soul and living on carried with me
in gratitude.

Blossoms of hearts they honor the soul.
Nurturing me with their beauty.
Ever new and giving they pull me to them.
In my mind we are like dancers, step- touch,
move. Our rhythms quickening when familiar,
they step with me. Partners moving in time
stirring my notions in states of passion and
dreams that inspire me. On it goes leading me.
My fondness for them is as numbered as the stars
and as vast as all that I can know. Leaving me
touched and kindred seeking their sanctity.
Sweet Flowers.

Spirals From Pleasure

Spirals from pleasure of life’s lost
moments is merely a sentence in,
structure and despair. It is more
a place we fall and continue to go
when our dreams and needs can
no longer give us their hope, taught
to us thru feelings and buried in
our senses for a struggle to feel.

Then down we must go.
Falling into the listless wonder of
pains grown with overbearing
memories and separations eternal.
From hosts of emotions we worked
so hard to let run free, infecting
us with embers, the sparks that
caught hold and flamed the fuel
of generous tensions readied in us.

Then a thing of beauty , one
perfect at a time, singular in it’s
splendor. Now ; becomes a tool
we use to feed the dire abyss of
what can no longer be seen and
will never be shared . Now a
number not used to heal ; but
wounds us as we breath .

Once so good to us as it was in us-our love.
We are now driven lower to less than
ever was, and still more nothing to come.
As we feel an enormous space with the
potential for difference far less then
the heights we soared as we fell and
Felt out loud together for a time.

Adjectives rendered useless; we see
the hurt . Unable to move words
our vocabulary frozen. We cannot
use letters to make up anything,
no matter how descriptive to show
this falling -ness or more yet the
weightiness of still less.

Drowning us as it floods the moment
rising up to choke off the sensibilities
of thought and reason. Giving voice
to our eyes as they scream in an
expressionless morose .

Overcome with the grief.
Several tastes of bitter, in
non-common and vile untested
directions. Generate these immense
sufferings. Exercising a clause in
this our contract of wonder
by stopping expressly
any free exercise of affection.

Thus, we are bound through,
stages of bliss to damnableness.
When dreamy in our notions
we furled endearments to and
fro as pretentious shards harmless
in the innocent playfulness of love .

Words of kindness and longing
now placed near our hearts,
act like weapons used against
us in a battle to resolve this conflict,
of forever and never again.

Marks inside, stain us shades of
tender hurt, for what will be our always.
Soon to be tested , fading will start ,
lessoning the fear to be touched with
gentleness and care. Once again then.


For giving’s, sake we taste , aye again, in a
moment of weakness or budding will those,
causes of life’s lost moments, giving us
 strength to free fall the, sorrows
of loves muted chorus of delight.

Tastes of Sweet Flowers

The building in me of this rise to ," manly needing" grows and feeds my nature with the images and memories of your ecstasy and the soft warm fruits of your body and its call to share, be and do with me for a time. Then I know you as familiar in my touch, now kneeling in surrender, you appear as a wonderful blossom, inviting me to taste you, a rose of passion:

A "Sweet Flower" reminding me of its beauty unfolding, as I open each petal- soft a shiny gloss, revealing more of the mystery and rush of its allure, growing undaunted by the day waking around it. Beads form and roll away, each'es adding to the sensual aesthetic pleasures waiting to be tasted, it's bud swollen, ripe and rich with the flowing nectar of togetherness. Pulls me into this moment of flesh and wills catching turns and moving in their own, giving delight and receiving direction from the utterances of sounds, not made up of words; but communicated thru touch. The fragrance of your desire moves my lips closer to yours as the promise in our moment leads me into your spirit and longing. Arching, clutches of you as my tongue dances rapid steps of lividness, teasingly tracing the steps that have pleased you in the past. Moving with you in this dance as quick of our retreat from then, to again and now, when as a singular melody we are played by the language of our fire like a sweet tune so perfect, lost and recaptured each taste of you. Bursts of delight send me to your thoughts willing us further in search of our movements together forging them into the ornament, of our love, your rose of passion.

Steps To Love

Love’s doing us with its causes,
Captures us with its forces.
And ends with the gains and loses
Of us -whole, broken, felt or forsaken.

The journey starts as steps.
In motions that inspire the dreamy
Optimism of notions readied with
Blissful emotions . Feeding the
Need to walk this path full of
Mystery and curiosity.

Steps as quick when we first meet.
Slowing strides , often before retreat.
Quickening gates of measure to the
Fleeting rejection of forever. Thus as
The meter stands on cue we feel the
Tempo unchanged. When best the
Tune is played by two.

Letting the heart take hold whence
The winds of romance no longer blow.
Numb, with quiet and longing
Yet unsettled with the familiar of
Needing . Inner voices softly
Pleading , you must reckon their
Heeding. While your mind counters
With : Leaving!

Rational steps form courses ,
Since mentioned. Now lead to
Tortures, when love is no longer
The reason. Performing careful
Deliberations casting purposeful
Illusions only feeds the delusions.

The journey ends with steps of
Causes. Forlorn forces reach us to
Ponder, loses. Old gains, viewed as
Follies. Spent, lost and wasted .
Reckoning replaces the last
Stages, of what once, splendid
In its graces, moved us to near
Heavenly places.

Until , rested we begin again
To search for those steps leading to:
“Love doing us with its causes”,
While it Captures us with its forces.
And starts again giving us life’s
Breathless pauses.