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jSweptson Feb 2011
She touched my soul but from a whisper unheard by all, my ears attuned
She touched my soul from gentle motion unlike violent quakes neath life's oceans
She touched my soul with tears of joy that fell as rain from a summers shower
She touched my soul, but from a kiss
It quenched my thirst it fed my want
She touched my soul.

jSweptson
jSweptson Feb 2011
As early morning rubs her sleep filled eyes and night bids its adieu


I sit in mornings silence


With fields ablaze in Indian grass blanketed in mornings ghost gray mist


While high above the tree line a thousand birds take orchestrated flight


I sit in mornings silence


mornings sun breaks through the clouds revealing brightly colored remnants, tattered like ribbons streaming stretched across the newborn sky


I sit in mornings silence


Sitting and simply watching the forest all dressed in green as she suddenly breaks


into frenzied dance


of twists and turns


as a gentle breeze whispers by


I sit in mornings silence


All before the day awakens all before mornings silence is broken
j.Sweptson
jSweptson Feb 2011
SIMPLY A DROP
OF DEW
HANGING
PRECARIOUSLY
ON
THE
EDGE
OF
A
BLADE
OF
GRASS
PRISMED
TO A SHADE OF JEWELED RED
PAINTED
FRESH
WITH
A
SIMPLE
STROKE
OF
MORNINGS
LIGHT

jSwepson
jSweptson Feb 2011
At times the ugliness of the world attempts to over take me
Engulfing my very soul
Then from the corner of my minds eye shines the beauty of the moment
A moment so small, so simple still so powerful
The laughing of children at play oblivious to anything but play
An ancient couple holding tightly to one another as they toddle down the remaining roads in their life
Of an infant child nestled in its mothers love
In the silent music of life, the melody of love
The crunch of autumn leaves that lay as carpet within my path
The twist and turns of those yet uncharted paths
An old homestead that's stood the ravages of time, now
bent and worn yet standing so proud
A Solitary tree standing naked its only companion one last leaf holding on until its time
Flocks of birds in migration who's formation blankets the evening skies
That last rose of summer as it stands alone facing the harsh winter winds to come
The courage, The love that abounds
The simplicity of life, the complication of love
The beauty of the moment


jSweptson
jSweptson Feb 2011
There's a place, I go
When my spirits
lay low
When the light dims
within my soul
A place I sit to ponder
To replay the circle
plow things up and under
from the depths of my mind
A place to sit in
silence
Where I escape the violence
of life
Through dreams of
tranquility
A place where life's
troubles
lives woes
drift slowly away
from the smoke of my angers
fire


jSweptson
jSweptson Feb 2011
i placed my heart within a locked box
Hiding it away in a dark corner of my world
In chance my mind might allow days of yesterday
to wash away
Forgetting the ramblings of my moments of
darkness
A box filled with lifes trinkets
some of glass,sliver gold
peices of string that hung from my soul
like tails of kites that kept me afloat

jSweptson
jSweptson Feb 2011
TOGETHER THEY SAT ON THE RED VELVET COUCH
THE ROOM SOFTLY AGLOW
BATHED IN WARM CANDLE LIGHT
HER INTOXICATING PERFUME
SWEETENED THE NIGHT
AS TOGETHER
THEY SAT ON THE RED VELVET COUCH
TWO ALMOST EMPTY WINE GLASSES
SAT ON THE TABLE BEFORE THEM
BOTH GLASSES TOUCHING
AS IF IN AN EMBRACE
BOTH WAITING PATIENTLY
TO BE REFILLED WITH THE DARK RED WINE
THE TASTE OF WINE STILL LINGERED
AS HER TONGUE
SLIPPED PAST THE CORNERS
OF HER FULL LIPS
FULL LIPS
THAT CRIED OUT
TO BE KISSED
KISSED
FULL MOUTH
KISSED
WITH ALL THEIR WETNESS
KISSED
WITHIN ALL HER WANTING
THEIR HANDS
TOUCHED AND ENTWINED
HE PULLED HER INTO HIM
THEIR WANTING LIPS MET
HER LIPS
SO WET
SO FULL
SO HOT
SO PASSIONATE
THEY BOTH TREMBLED
AS THEIR YET CLOTHED BODIES
TOUCHED
ELECTRICITY FLOWED
BETWEEN THEM
SETTING OFF SPARKS
THAT FILLED THE ROOM
THEIR TONGUES
DANCED WITH PASSION
HER'
FILLING HIS WANTING MOUTH
HIS
MOUTH DRINKING IN
EACH
DELIGHTFUL
MOMENT
GENTLY
HE ******
HER
FULL BOTTOM LIP
INTO HIS MOUTH
HE COULD FEEL HER WARM BODY
AS SHE SANK
DEEPER
INTO HIS ARMS
THE PASSION GREW
THE
FIRE
RAGED
THE
ROOM
SPUN
AS TOGETHER THEY SAT
ON THE RED VELVET COUCH


jSWEPTSON
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