what to do when your body starts to tingle?
take a cold shower.
turn on the fan.
drink some water.
turn off the R&B;
blow out the scented
look around and it will all start to make sense...
" what to do when my body starts to tingle?"
place a pillow between your burning thighs and remember that you are single!
My Heart has been asleep.
with all his strength.
there is no feeling
tighter, tighter --
I cannot breathe.
He releases my Heart;
he does not want it
Heart still asleep --
I cannot move.
To move is to feel pain.
Heart mangled --
he slithers away,
so unfeeling --
he cannot love.
Heart begins -- ever so slowly
How can I miss you
when I've never even met you
and how am I so sure
my soul will never forget you...?
You bring to my face
a smile, not well-hidden,
as I lose myself in daydreams
and feel my heart quicken.
It's hard to believe
the tingle you've awoken
as you mend the many parts of me
he had once left broken.
And neither of us knows
the direction this is going-
yet, despite the lingering questions,
I am still left knowing
that I really miss you
though I've never even met you...
and beyond the end of time
my soul will not forget you...
(yep, grinning again...)
Run through that land,
Use nothing but your hand,
Rub the surface into tranquility,
Surf on the skin nightly,
Don't forget to stop and slow down,
You have nothing to fear, come on now,
Oh this familiar tingle,
This peculiar electric feel,
Have the heavens anything to offer?
Have dreams anything to peruse?
Has life anything left to uncover?
Melodies ~ ringing on soft cool winds,
dangling from tiny strings in metallic forms
Swaying in harmony with your smile
reflecting the mid day sun
in glimmering highlights of whipped cream whispers
on wings of stained glass dreams
For it was that day you kissed me,
for the very first time ~
(When buttercups blushed as I held them to your chin)
and my lips tingled, unending,
understanding this was more than just a touching of skin,
a melted meeting of two
~Music called to us from the branches above,
serenading our hearts in sweet blissful sounds
on soft grasses, fingers intertwined~
Your eyes, hypnotized me there, in that place
and you kissed me again…this one held
Passion breathing, love had found me
coiled about me and clung to me
On that day, unlike any other
I could imagine…I fell for you
Now as cool winds blow
and leaves cascade in multicolored waves
That wind chime, suspended from that old maple rings,
singing sweetly of that first kiss,
a musical remembrance of that day
of which no reminder needs due ~ for my lips they still tingle
a button popped from my lips: "hello," I said
and the whole world may have heard it
first I got used to waiting
second I got used
then I just got used to it
somehow I still see landscapes
the strand of hair trespassing your brow
transfigures into a palm tree leaf
and when you speak
flocks of pigeons fly from your mouth
visions from a night we melted tongues
my hand sunk inside your abdomen
your face could never be empty space again,
I was wrong when I knew everything
twenty years, one third asleep
my most coherent thoughts occurred in dreams
'bout seven years of clarity to my name
so now I say,
it's okay that you were broken for a little while
Its coming back
So silent- unseen
Ill sneak a quick one
No one will see
'Cause I'm the happy girl
Sadness can't be
I don't cut
I don't burn
I don't stab
I just yearn
For that next quick fix
Oh when will I learn?
and I scratch
and I scratch
and I scratch
Until I look at my arm
and see one bare patch.
Where the skin is removed
A scab will soon form
Then my arm will heal
So nice and warm.
I feel disgraced
and say never again
I believe myself
But I go insane
As the cycle restarts
And I begin my peeling
I think back and remember
Its coming back
So silent- unseen...
That inexplicable fluttering in the stomach
a feeling in the air almost like held breath
if you keep still and silent
you can almost hear something coming
but a silent tension that heralds
and i feel if i wait long enough
something exciting is going to happen
any second now
if i can just keep still and quiet enough...
although what i expect to happen at my age
i don't know
it happens at the begining of every summer
and I feel a girl again
full of breathless inexplicable excitment
where you know anything can happen