Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Sky sky sky

Free fall
A resistance created by arms spread wide
Hold all in an embrace
Not softness in white
But icy water en masse
Blue blue blue
Dome

Monday, August 13, 2012

To Autumn, for inspiration:

Death.

Sarabande

She spun gold in coils and crystal fragments into tears


She danced whimsy into wonder


Feather-soft footsteps and undulating limbs


Felinity emanating


Her bloody smile and petal-soft feel


Her filthy smirk and gentle caress


Twirling sunlight into moonbeams


Thrusting starlight at her hips


Bitten lower lip and deep jade pools of unspoken agony


Bounding steps to a soft string and drum


The fringes of midnight conceal the break


Torn heart hidden by a vixen


Cornered she is not with her gypsy grin


Copper-dusted skin with her mudras of lust


Temptation is not the sin


The sin is not to dance

You Shouldn't Believe a Word I've Said!

Silly Eye-Color Generalizations  - Regina Spektor


There are those boys with earthly eyes
Their eyes are like the ground
You walk and walk
Kicking up dirt
But they don't make a sound

And when they kiss you, they sometimes leave 'em open
Just to make sure you don't drown
Yeah, the sweetest eyes
The truest eyes are
Probably dark brown

There are those boys with golden hazel eyes
The color of weak tea
They spend their nights howlin' at the moon
To let go of the sea

The scope of their depth is terrifying, thrilling
You think you're finally free
When they capture you
'Cause golden eyes are as sticky as
Honey from a bee
I'm drownin'

But those with blue
I shouldn't trust
'Cause I myself have blue
You fall for them so easy
You think you see right through

You take a leap, thinking blue water is deep
When suddenly it's just grey rain
Then puddles at your feet
They freeze to dirty ice
But somehow they'll melt back to clean blue water once again
Confusing.

Blue eyes, they change like the weather
Blue sea, blue sky, blue pain
I wouldn't trust my own blue-eyed reflection
As far as I can throw that mirror
Bum bum bum

But these are just silly eye color generalizations
You shouldn't believe a word I've said
'Cause when you're lying in your bed
Darkness 'round your head
Your eyes might as well be polka-dotted or plaid
Polka-dotted
Or
Plaid

Sexual Tension….