Thursday, October 27, 2016
I swear... There is something about her eyes that takes me on transit.... Wanting to surpass all dimensions... Move mountains... Search my soul... Be awakened...stay awoke.
The level of consciousness, wisdom and humility that lies behind these windows to her being... Make me pause and think...make me... Patient.
Waiting for that moment when her gears shift and that mind explodes into an oasis of neurological goodness that leaves me speechless... Wanting more... Wanting her.
Listening as she speaks her truths... Listening as she speaks her truths... Listening as I hear her truth...spoken.
I swear.... There is something about her eyes... That moves me... Awakens me... Keeps me woke.... And I am humbled.
Monday, September 19, 2016
I can see the moon this morning, greeting me with her seductive aura... Willing me back into bed... Tempting me to ignore my alarm clock.
I can feel her caresses... Her soft gentle touch, making me twist and turn... I think she wants me to blush.
I inhale her scent with reverence as I stare into her light and I am captivated, mezmerized, intoxicated.
She touches my skin with her sultry armor and I am made to believe that we are invincible together.
My eyes are now closed and she wills me to dance to the rhythmic beating of my restful heart.
Sleep comes easy cacooned in her blanketed wonder... I am in bliss...
My alarm clock sounds and I know that it is over... My dance with the moon and my 5 minute snooze feature.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Learning as I go my friend. Learning as I go.
Somedays are meant for you.
Somedays are meant for her.
Somedays are meant for the others...The 'forget-me-nots', the kindered spirits, the rebels with a cause... That one friend who constantly fidgets.
Somedays are meant for solitude filled with rejected phone calls and 'thought of you today text messages.' Music filling your inner lobes, recklessly pulling at your heart strings.
Somedays are meant for self pity and conflict of emotions. Everyone and everything has miraculously managed to get on you gat-damned nerves.
End of Part 1...for now.
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
half way here...
half way there...
Making her way along the paths only traveled by the ones that they call different or special...
The way she speaks speckled with nuances and meanings that are all her own
...it confuses the masses but is understood by a few that she considers her own..
I've seen her smile and nod and engage in humorous banter so convincingly that she feels genuinely present...
You would never guess she's dreaming.
Her eyes are changeable and hide as much as they convey...
always far away.
I've seen her cry.
Wretched silent tears that demonstrate her pain only by the heaving of her chest.
She'll curl herself in a ball of internal agony while she rocks away the hurt of her reality.
She's resilient though...
despite the dreamer path she walks...
she feels compassion for all things that are art...
Whether it is the sadness in your eyes,
the sway of majestic hips,
the mastermind of propaganda...
the sensitive tug of a pair of lips...
-Y . Salmon