said:  poetry

derived of red signs lit on the broadway
calling out places to get a drink

maybe blood on a highway

or a stray cat fed by an old lady barely
able to walk

a skirt lifted  just in passing

a smile at you


a fluffy white cloud of smoke
as you exhale

that first hit

the tang on a tongue
on a tongue of a kiss

that welcome home
from your woman

an embrace by that outgoing
***, who does smell,

but is always seemingly happier
than you in your Lincoln

or just a good movie
how it makes you revisit

someplace
warm
coiled in your memory

writing whispered softly heartfelt mostly weightless
dreamlike adjectives and suppositions
I calmly fall through the skies into a white
blue pillow
of metaphor
close my eyes at impact
wake up again up
far high
over the clouds
hover near under angels
wings
higher than I fly
wingless only small
energies a
few synapses firing now
my soaring exploding all over
the atmosphere
I get high
I love that
I feel again
I laugh cry
normal like
but I fly
full of all of it

Fragmented lives entangled
but asunder in our journey
as our paths cosmically connect
in a romance of the arts

And who's to say what's real
to touch or deeply feel
what will truly last
or simply where to start

So I’ll
paint you alla prima
as I feel you playing me
in warm colors of merging ardor
a wet blending of artistry
my brush strokes of your body
painted in my mind
of impressions blushed in passion
in hues I can’t describe

Suspended in the moment
floating on a breeze
I revel in this picture painted music
almost in disbelief, unthinking…
knowing every nuance of our love
found only in our dreams

Like children in parallel play
I’ll finger the keys
and slip the locks
of all your orchestrations
filling the walls
of my concerts halls
with deep
splattered tones
in pinks and blues
the hues
that forever
bind us

And we’ll not look back
nor forward
but hang here in the moment
to display our
Painted Song
in the eyes
of giggly children
both doing
our own thing
together
on a string
curated

Please bear with me as I try to follow everyone back again.
My account got deleted somehow but they got me back on right away.

Brianna Love

Oh yes, where to start….
          
                 A Kiss behind the ear
             trailing across the jaw
                  a light sweep of lips across lips
                       a catch of breath…

                               moving down….

Fingers tracing every move….
    soft wet kisses to the neck
           ….are you feeling the groove?

                 Slowly lips move from neck to chest
                             as they lovingly adore
              fingers lightly travel down
                                           eager to explore…

      Wet trailing kisses to the navel
               fingers circling around chest
      bringing forth trembling lightheaded sensations
                    lips against skin, pressed…..

                              Moving ever so slow….

                                        finger traces
                                           circling tongue
                                              lips adoring
                                                 wet embraces
                                             intensity flowing
                                          curling toes
                                        twitching muscles
                                      heart pounding
                                        breathless
     ­                                     out of body
                                            a second of clarity
                                              Sweet Release….
                  
                                   Good morning baby, shall we go on……..
~
© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA