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Friday, July 11, 2008

sunlight refracted through a layer of cerulean water its haze comforting and warm the caress of the waves upon your skin a peaceful gateway forms in the rays as you rest in your soul's favored escape

aquamarine

aquamarine the color of me it flows about a fish in the water it disappears such peace aquamarine when you know you are completely comfortable you know you are free
on this starlit summer night I'm struck with one beautiful sight her body soft touchable supple the skin creamy a perfect white her hair the beach and sand gently flowing in this ocean breeze, she was serene standing bare a glazed stare all her hope lying in that wishing star as my love grew in her fleeting glow
it can make a life just take the heart you have of him spread her everywhere once the subject sees the vessel they know you love

Thursday, July 10, 2008

specks of black upon pure white my life on this world a pinch of sin on an altar purest faith
they're golden leaves turned gray by mans device not to be used but to stand as relics of the past once conquered
I'm a brilliant red; fascinating really. You see her? a vibrant yellow I'd say. And him, a deep purple. But us together, you and me, we make music as our lives collide. In stunning color our love makes light; chemistry is visible and the passion palpable. I want you and you want me. Let our bodies entwine upon this night.
slender in her five-six frame she sits under nights eve in July her eyes are open wide in pure wonder as in awe she watches light explode in the sky those magic lights hold no affect on me it is her smile that makes me cry
it's not about her hair although I could stare at those golden locks as they land land softly on her bare shoulders it's not about her lips even if I want them on my skin or about her breasts supple as they may be it's about her energy I want to exist within in her as one I'll feed on her everything
The last thing before I turn out this light. I let it be you tonight. For one more fleeting moment I steal just another furtive glance, but if I don't stop this moment I'll be intoxicated by your air. The way your hair falls so perfectly: a wave embracing your ears. The heave of your chest as you deeply breathe. You want to gulp down life in one breath. You are fire. You are alive. When you sleep the fire dwindles enough for me to step a little closer. Just a flick and I'll miss you for the night. Sweet dreams my light.