It's in these moments
seldom and few
as they've become
where I feel an infallible loss
ricocheting against my ribcage
when I need you
to quiet the world around me
until I can find serenity
entangled in the lock of your lips
and the warmth of your heartbeat
What an amazing day
For those who are Gay
A milestone long over due
Equality is universal
Should not be treated as adversal
We ALL should be happy for you
The soothing warmth of the spring day
made the carpet of Buttercups’ cool touch,
titillate ardent sultry flesh.
The afternoon sun filtered through the maple grove;
enchanting the beauty where the branches throw
their favorite shades into the shadows upon the earth’s spring bouquet.
A poesy of wild flowers paint the atmosphere alive
from a sumptuous watercolor palette;
their tantalizing pastel ecstasy, infuses a serene stillness.
Only the Song Sparrow’s yearning serenade,
harmonize with the tones within the blissful rapture;
a moment’s drifting whispered song.
The fragile Tiger Lilies hidden elegance
draws breath of heart level
with the wild Strawberry blossom coverlet.
Ornately elegant wild Irises, ballet about gracefully;
dainty Violet Violas adorn the cheerful grace
of a quintet of angels.
A poignant fragrance floated through the atmosphere
with an aura of rhapsody;
permeating from the double periwinkle Lilac’s mystical elixir.
Intoxicating a woozy presence, chimera stealing away honeysuckle kisses
from a moonstruck daydream, exhaling an inebriated sigh.
The air swirled, sending an inflamed ticklish chill over my body.
In a gentle puff of the aromatic breeze, flora released her essence;
I was awakened, as the dusting pollen left slightly scented traces
upon the aroused skin of a swollen insatiable appetite.
Knowing in this moment, in the euphoric shade of the shadows,
It's nature's way of telling me ...were are one...
Since i need to take a step back for personal perspective...i wanted to
re-share something written when i first arrived here in May of 2013 feeling down hearted. with a wounded wing, heart on sleeve and a heart & soul badly in need purging, having lost my ability to express myself by making music...(now another 2 years come and gone)
Too bad HP does not have smell-i-vision because the honeysuckle is coming into full bloom and you could understand better, being left swoon in dreamful moments where i found these traces of a beautiful nature moment passed...everything about honeysuckle is quite erotic to me ~to much information ;)
There is no ancient living here
Just the only
Sparking flies of fire twinkling against twilight
I breathe in the exhaled breath of late spring
Feeling full but light all in the same motion
New moon cast no shadow here but I can still see her's
Outlined by star shine the gravitational pull of the divine
That lies within us all
The rains keep falling so that the air is tangible
A dancing partner when I thought I was alone
Feet fall in squishy patterns against grass that should still be forest
I hear their call, the wildlings
Wolf howl. Dove Coo. The slithery slither of night time creatures.
Spinning in circles through the darkness
Wishing I could but take their form for a moment and run free
Break apart from the day to day pressure
Of what is expected of me
Focus on the fire fly dance
Just keep spinning