As you all know I’m into the written word, the spoken word, stories forged out of the heart, this week is about the word and how powerful the motion of pen to paper can be, its always in the unexpected cleverly place sequences of words that beauty is set free.
writing is easy; All you have to do is pick up a pen stare at a blank piece of paper until your brave enough to POP open a vein.
Invisible connections retracting, bouncing on lava rocks,
Invisible touch, wireless taps questioning hearts trapped in a moment of time and space
My only cure? your voice, your fingers, thousand mile smells of an ancient civilization in the scent of your hair, longing cloaked in hues defined by lusting eyes
lusting to be stroked,
lusting to be held
lusting to soar
lusting to be defined
defined by the shrouded trapped in a see-thru veil waiting to be defined
Are you still on line? are you there? can you hear me now?
The broken or more tangible pieces we want to fit into a palace where kisses, blood hearts and hugs are real..
fragmented wondering shards that were forged by love, a wreck, and a war..
caressed by loneliness and memory. Read More→