and if you are to love,
love as the moon loves;
it does not seal the night-
it only unveils the beauty
of the dark.
close to the moon;
far from everyone
They say that there's a mathematical equation that explains everything in life.
But I say that not even physics bears an explanation for...the guidelines of attraction.
Our primal reactions are multiplied by...the highlights of passion.
These laws of love that linger like a lanterns lost illumination...
Like the campfire light on a clear night, leaves coals of culmination.
Sweat beads lead to bare threads and bare bodies.
And oh my, how bare bodies lead to imaginations running wild.
Cold winds inspire warm kisses and close skin.
Sincere actions aren't sins.
Bodies wound in union, formed by light and tightly bound.
Together, these twisted vines penetrate the hardest ground...
Together, harmonic souls produce passionate sounds.
Yet, still somehow, love gets lost more than love gets found.
This equation is unending...like numbers off lips that kiss the air.
Body language spoken...Our physical bonds equal eternity and pi squared.
And you know that every moment that we share is nothing short of...molecular love for the masses...
Now held captive by gravity and magnetism...
See, the last full moon marked retrograde...and if the moon affects the tide of the ocean...and our bodies are roughly 75% water...can we assume that this is the only body powerful enough to keep ours apart?
It's pulling me apart...so let me pull you closer, stop pushing me away!
Hold on tight, dont let these planets drift away into a dark rift of decay.
Let your love lap upon this solid stone like a river riffles smooth sandbars into hills of higher ground.
Because baby, without your water on my beach...
I'm nothing but a desert, dry and deserted.
Love, the drug.
His study, with books of various kinds,
A dim light, his only source—
To keep himself from going blind
To keep himself on course
In Langdon's mind,
Whatever stood behind this force
Is yet to be defined.
Day 3 - Find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.
Book used: "Angels & Demons" by Dan Brown
I've written about the wind
More than countless times.
I've always been so envious
Of it's freedom.
But now more than ever
The jealousy burns me
How it moves and turns
And it can touch you.
It gets to brush those lips I miss,
And swirl around in your lungs.
It's ubiquitous limbs
Brush up against your arms
And weave between those fingers
it can hold your hands like I used to
it can do everything I can't.
but what I'm most covetous of
how it can watch you
and rest it's head against you
how it can twist in between the cracks in your smile.
the wind is my enemy
she is the temptress that mocks me
she laughs while I cry
because she lives in your lips
and you have no idea
The wind is a ****
I don't think about it any more
I take out the trash
Sticks caught in the crotch of a tree
The wind does what the wind does
breaks weaker branches down
does not care where
on its invisible way
Days do what the days do
they don't count themselves
worthy as they go
to a low spot
where tears tend to pool
if I'd let them down
in that low spot
Where it's hard to see
Where its hard to care?
They take heart
divide it by energy
I haven't got
Watched the clock go round
wipe out my little plans
with relentless hands
...and I never got dressed today