tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83460951269710926822024-03-12T21:27:44.720-07:00Bound To Memeditations on the ties that bindfinbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-47641783966635876142019-11-14T21:00:00.002-08:002019-11-14T21:03:24.398-08:00my love:XIX: your embrace of another<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RYW31FMgZcRx0CwTkTd4icUT6J19ns7oXcY_TQZH-bsRglhOcXW6QHopUvnaoTnvdbJ_X56iAl6EvUYMjXeXFaytids8fgH7Dk9xPNGx31osUCSOgc_pR3PrDHWbyA8lw6PDlRB7afTT/s1600/Skyrim_Ritual_Standing_Stone.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="422" data-original-width="750" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RYW31FMgZcRx0CwTkTd4icUT6J19ns7oXcY_TQZH-bsRglhOcXW6QHopUvnaoTnvdbJ_X56iAl6EvUYMjXeXFaytids8fgH7Dk9xPNGx31osUCSOgc_pR3PrDHWbyA8lw6PDlRB7afTT/s640/Skyrim_Ritual_Standing_Stone.png" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
my love<br />
<br />
before the rivers of you there was nothing stones lay empty swaddled in the silents of my mouth and you swallowed the seeds of the world and emptied the darkness<br />
<br />
filling the tender edges of shadow filling the cold lunar silver of transformation and your green beyond to the rising of the sun and i lay in sweet spring moss and the warm mud of the emptying of my night i lost the word lost stone and stream and ran until with the looks of our eyes i breathed the reflection of the heat of your hands as they traveled the horizon of another's body<br />
<br />
and i gasped the stars and longed for the milk of you wet and heated you surrounded me and became the silence and the dark that filled me then empty me in a breath and before the rivers surrendered to learning of your hips that brought thunder and rain and you bathed in the spring as your earth split open and i tasted moss and green of valleys and crisp snow peaks that soared the bluing green behind your eyes<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
and i dumped the cascade that you spilled as the world moved and i swallowed the silents of your gasps and before you love the world and i were shadow and longing the void surrendered the shadow and your flooding filled my mouth and washed the silents and the longing flowed from the wind and in the spring falls to moss and fern till seed found promise.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
from you love<br />
<br />
the green of fire that touches the shoots of stars and spring grew into me and naked you were the sea and the salt that stings my flesh nurtured the shadow of the woods and i tasted your flesh ghosts of tides and cracks of cloud in my palms and i captured you right in the not of my eye and naked you unfolded into the breath that i struggle for and skip to your depths all green and the slow tides replaced me and i long for you in the void as i suffocate in the strangle of your stone embrace of another.<br />
<br />
<br />
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-40202946871890987672019-08-18T21:15:00.003-07:002019-08-20T09:11:25.451-07:00my love:XVIII: tied to drops of grass<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yZsJbOEtqTPJ_OkAMETYIYi3I1C6xhkwXFGw9ojEfPDBt3Fotg_iTDvnmUJvEnGtqdoLTfiT8PBnqE95sKuaB7rPsDZoPjm-cglWD4XvhvoTG2hpU-TC34Qcqr1K_BQOsIQ7GxnXZ6dy/s1600/images+%252815%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="177" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8yZsJbOEtqTPJ_OkAMETYIYi3I1C6xhkwXFGw9ojEfPDBt3Fotg_iTDvnmUJvEnGtqdoLTfiT8PBnqE95sKuaB7rPsDZoPjm-cglWD4XvhvoTG2hpU-TC34Qcqr1K_BQOsIQ7GxnXZ6dy/s320/images+%252815%2529.jpg" width="245" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
My love <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The sound of voices fill the seeds that you have scattered and pushed into my willing flesh and warm bread fills me your long slender fingers cage me in moments and cloud my eyes to the clarity of yesterday as your voice lies and lies, and lies cut away the rot of despair and I turn from insight to denial of iron and
lead barbs holding me to your secrets that scar tatter frail veins to rain blood to deep
to swim the froth of kisses and you wash the clothing of earth as my body silents and cast sins and scarlet to another silently the letters of breath and illusions of crusted salt and silver</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
my love</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
light erodes to find my heart shuttered from your moon
of sighs of blank deceiving eyes from the words of sand to find abandoned water and sky so rain becomes my body and I seep out the mud banks of a raging underground stream of scars and hands clear and
swift sleeping submersed eyes<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in passing flames of bonfires losing what I lingered for but the mouths have cut and the word bleeds me till I know
the shadow of your certain key till I embrace the torrents of your mouth straying the drops of smoking mirage of history and I lose my moment of breath as my air is poured from me and I deflate and lay in rain
tied to drops of grass.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<br /></div>
finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-41155811523224313482019-06-30T21:09:00.000-07:002019-06-30T21:09:23.600-07:00my love XVII:breathless lungs with bitter salt<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1oYZ5xsk04vLrBLiVDHgSCxjBvQg0TsMM0IODbpunHWDKz89QSxCBkxUyjovMIPsQ39t4NsCFuLKJkKJ9jN7nR-d_4vauXyOiLnGKKUSkgeZ8oIIjp4IfgCvXtn56nbysFdVBhdVFSL4D/s1600/tmb_06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1oYZ5xsk04vLrBLiVDHgSCxjBvQg0TsMM0IODbpunHWDKz89QSxCBkxUyjovMIPsQ39t4NsCFuLKJkKJ9jN7nR-d_4vauXyOiLnGKKUSkgeZ8oIIjp4IfgCvXtn56nbysFdVBhdVFSL4D/s320/tmb_06.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
my love<br />
<br />
from you love the green of fire that touches the shoots of stars spring grew into me and naked you were the sea and the salt that stings my flesh in the shadow of the woods and i tasted your flesh ghosts of tides and cracks of cloud in my palms and i captured you right in the not of my eye and naked you unfolded into the breath that i struggle for and i skip to your depths all green and the slow tides touch me and i long for you in the half light as i suffocate in the strangle of your hair.<br />
<br />
<br />
my love<br />
<br />
i just wanted to touch the stars of you as you passed liquid the hard stones of my sight shed smooth with you and your scarlet breath you chewed and you billowed in to the breeze that blistered palms of my absents quenched the distance from touch to touch and my mouth holds only vinegar and myrrh your arms and breasts the rising of the sun in the dark lust of another and in the moving filled my breathless lungs with bitter salt and your skin became his forests rich and full and clinging with the sent of moss and loam and secret brooks that only your tongue and his has tasted that only the salt of your mystery unleashed the rib and i travel hidden paths and wonder the green flesh of your devouring the glistening loam of heat and desires that sing of river dreams and grow salted and burned over the flooding that i bring.</div>
finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-68938375207884381182019-04-05T20:49:00.000-07:002019-04-09T19:43:57.808-07:00my love XVI: fall from grace.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3GjVk7aGS8FP77kHMhESWLyemXIdPevHbgQKIHHoPPEUGrnA3mcK5ggdSo9BGlejxlVRRmtAGbG25XivVd02WAjozuBxqd720nvZ1SnIzhjQ7hIsF1NgWSPYSvgQoG2YhXStjoP0wDwt/s1600/images+%25286%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="201" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3GjVk7aGS8FP77kHMhESWLyemXIdPevHbgQKIHHoPPEUGrnA3mcK5ggdSo9BGlejxlVRRmtAGbG25XivVd02WAjozuBxqd720nvZ1SnIzhjQ7hIsF1NgWSPYSvgQoG2YhXStjoP0wDwt/s400/images+%25286%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
my love<br />
<br />
i know that the brown loam finds you, and names you in the rise of sun as the blue thunders time along your sweet breasts. and moments like solitudes return to your eyes as you capture the sun and open your mouth to release the slim yellow rays of light. and along the heaving earth between stars and darkness i will turn to stone in your presence, and tumble from your lips smooth and round and devoid of favor<br />
<br />
and my love<br />
<br />
the winds are tongues that find your body as you rise from the heat of the day and your shimmering mouth utters the mysteries of beginning, of world, of light and his mouth opens for your moist loins and rocking heaving hips, as your red mouth swallows the beginning seeds, and the days of your thighs bind the passing light to the soft shadows of his spent desire.<br />
<br />
and he lays with you embraced by earth and clay, and in you he finds the motion and paths of stars as his mouth codifies your yielding breast. but you turn me to stone with the touch of your look, and i tumble from light through the darkness to the light of your passion, and the memory that i have became grows him stiff and again he finds the renewal of your loins, but i travel the sorrow of space till my empty mouth gathers silence, and then I turn to stone and fall from grace.<br />
<br /></div>
finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-5033899425310224122019-03-19T14:36:00.000-07:002019-04-09T19:53:31.847-07:00my love XV: between the lantern and the stars.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzuWdXEkN_jgHypXjex9RhohKR3QvM6BVGa8PZanqNA8WN538LTZuENfFskTOQm4ogfhKqAIzNOPG1UfF54euxC_XSEVWohPNnTj6t0CiO9CjcBt2yXR11m_Dfj0Y5rRnm51QGBf4Q6Sv/s1600/images+%252813%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzuWdXEkN_jgHypXjex9RhohKR3QvM6BVGa8PZanqNA8WN538LTZuENfFskTOQm4ogfhKqAIzNOPG1UfF54euxC_XSEVWohPNnTj6t0CiO9CjcBt2yXR11m_Dfj0Y5rRnm51QGBf4Q6Sv/s400/images+%252813%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
my love<br />
<br />
<br />
you were the language that moved the stars, that drank the shore and sea, and i touched the wave that you brought me when you sharpened the stars as i slipped into you, and the shine that caught my breath that strangled my sight in that solitude of shadows when i longed as the sea became you<br />
<br />
before you before i touched you i was lost beyond the longing of the moon and beneath the dark where only a piece of sky and hollow wind that shouted the story of return of tears and the dread that ends breath that takes the eyes that smooth stars that rubs water through time and in the moment i searched for you for your aches i wandered when the lies touched me and we fell we lost ourselves in the quiet syllables of our names.<br />
<br />
in the drop of ash from the seas of your eye, the storm splinters the thick water of the air, and the clouds of your mouth hold me tender between confessing lips in the darkening air that crystallizes and slices into the pads of my fingers and i trace the soft mountain ranges that you are,<br />
<br />
and your fossilized bones whimpers as red trails of your surrender tracks behind my moving hand, and the blade of me pushes into you opening your red chasm ending our breath between the lantern and the stars.</div>
finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-84523284691301585562019-02-26T19:45:00.000-08:002019-04-09T19:57:03.468-07:00My Love XIV: sting me with distance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeK7RagtmT3cMhCvbRYQFVfsafzvE7NTXUhu_A7gCNQKkP0s6bW6GY79xXJaUnoXPq8RGESAce6lErhrNskvKkVTFwSF50xJ-htCcAv7G0R6oI4vjOKl48RvQSmrqorEuM81EzUZCcQMDp/s1600/images+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="219" data-original-width="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeK7RagtmT3cMhCvbRYQFVfsafzvE7NTXUhu_A7gCNQKkP0s6bW6GY79xXJaUnoXPq8RGESAce6lErhrNskvKkVTFwSF50xJ-htCcAv7G0R6oI4vjOKl48RvQSmrqorEuM81EzUZCcQMDp/s1600/images+%25282%2529.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
my love,<br />
<br />
<br />
you are the water woman who came to me with wind as eyes that lingers till the fingers burn and long for the quench of growth and the deep green that your mouth brings and in the pause between your thighs that names another over and over again it is a scent of you that i search for i drift in the cloying water of dispersing tides and the white peaks that i taste.<br />
<br />
and in the surging roots we find the sky that binds us in blue and swallowed in the night i hunt restless through the warm solitude of empty hands and savage arms that lays sleeping on my tongue and the salt of this night a fist of breeze lifts you past silver and into the flecked green of my hunger.<br />
<br />
and pebbles of water becomes the song that catches us between waves and sea you were the language that moved the stars that drank in the shore and brine that stretches me through this pursuit to morning praying it is the scent of you that binds and with a hunger of waves and tides i search for you and the sea takes me.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
and i touched the wave that you brought me that shaped the stars as another slipped into you and the shine that caught my breath that strangled my sight and in that solitude of shadows i wandered i longed as the sea became you and i thirsted hoping for a long taste of your legs a touch of your flesh a whisper of hair but your fingers find him and hold him till the air strums and he gasps as the sound of you is tasted by trees and sky and there is only you lost to me and to the sea deep in the heart of green and the trail of your aroma beats down the brine and i flounder longing for your scent until the salt of your hands sting me with distance.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<br /></div>
finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-24105478644217509992018-12-17T21:55:00.000-08:002018-12-17T21:55:42.076-08:00dregs and ash<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIY8j6wrMieVz-X7_LvY_95N7dV2OYGpwUP1os7cm3gidXd6s0x9OBTk03E7TSVFExQX4VOBFz_3a9jYEgfhg5_fD_9vXMH7YzjVFchdAlPTwhDyVtDBbGfoIPDhvVjJBDtRCPZnJJXOo/s1600/Burning%252BIncense%252BResin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsIY8j6wrMieVz-X7_LvY_95N7dV2OYGpwUP1os7cm3gidXd6s0x9OBTk03E7TSVFExQX4VOBFz_3a9jYEgfhg5_fD_9vXMH7YzjVFchdAlPTwhDyVtDBbGfoIPDhvVjJBDtRCPZnJJXOo/s320/Burning%252BIncense%252BResin.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
Blair your darkness has come and gone<br />
your night is now over<br />
you moved throw the clutter and disarray<br />
you moved past the empties<br />
and you were captured by an affliction<br />
there was no cure for your disease<br />
<br />
But you were lost in your visions<br />
reaching to capture bliss before last call<br />
but you never could escape the anguish<br />
all you ever gained<br />
was a return to painful days<br />
filled with dregs and ash<br />
and a glass of wine and myrrh.<br />
<br />
That night we roamed the maples<br />
you burned all the choices<br />
you glided through it's smoke<br />
and you and I danced<br />
past all the losses<br />
you stumbled on the dance floor<br />
you mumbled all your excuses<br />
you spun around the perimeter<br />
grasping for a sign<br />
but you could never read the prophecies<br />
nor the coming of closing time.<br />
<br />
Your eyes showed no answers<br />
they had lost the power of sight<br />
and were unable to see into the night.<br />
I tried to reach beyond<br />
I tried to pass inside<br />
I tried to share your rapture<br />
but there was only vinegar in your glass<br />
and an empty on the bar.<br />
<br />
Blair your night is over<br />
and I didn't see you leave<br />
now only dregs and ashes remain<br />
somewhere in the bar<br />
somewhere lurking in the smoke<br />
somewhere sleeps your answer<br />
hidden in that empty on the floor<br />
<br />
<br />
Trapped in the stupor that you traveled<br />
unable to hold the light<br />
there was only I left standing<br />
you fell between the tables<br />
hidden from my sight<br />
<br />
I tried to reach beyond<br />
I tried to get inside<br />
I tried to share your rapture<br />
but there was only vinegar in your glass<br />
and an empire on the bar.<br />
<br />
Blair you eyes were no answer<br />
there was no inner light<br />
I watched as the dreams dispelled<br />
I saw them spill upon the floor<br />
Blair I discovered in the shadows<br />
that your face was already cold<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
in the predawn I discovered<br />
you were already an apparition<br />
all your lust was wounds<br />
all your passions were lacerations<br />
I found in the pail glare from you<br />
that only the dregs and ashes remain.<br />
<br />
<br />
In that darkened bar<br />
only a specter of you remained<br />
Blair, all the voices were garbled<br />
the tables were cluttered and empty<br />
we should have waltzed together<br />
I should have understood<br />
I should have read the signs<br />
of the absents in your eyes.<br />
<br />
Your flesh was used to much<br />
there was no cure you could ingest<br />
but the smoke and music were to much<br />
it all conspired to lead you out of step<br />
you trailed after the flames<br />
you danced a note behind.<br />
<br />
Your voice echoed in me<br />
your words just fell from the air<br />
there were moments when the rhythm wasn’t there<br />
still you spent the night aimlessly moving<br />
capering around the edge<br />
hoping to capture a vision<br />
promising escape from your affliction.<br />
<br />
We were lost together<br />
we were dizzy with the passing<br />
but it was you had the disease<br />
I tried to touch you<br />
I tried to read your eyes<br />
but when I touched your hollow face<br />
when I tried to reach into your void<br />
I found your glass spilled and<br />
your bottle filled with wine and myrrh.<br />
<br />
Blair, believe me<br />
I tried to reach beyond<br />
I tried to get inside<br />
I longed to share your rapture<br />
but I discovered to late<br />
there was only vinegar in your glass<br />
and all that you left behind<br />
all that you left in my hands<br />
was only dregs and ash<br />
and an empty on the bar.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-4622201249083665852018-12-01T20:48:00.000-08:002018-12-13T13:23:16.573-08:00my love, XIII: i ache and ache,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qSVESo0V6Ya_t-kO9vlJiwZO89FisXiw69bQ56XLhsEzFPIbGPOWo1PmVwCz-od8senC_D55iiHb_FXEOVVH2Val1kgcVzyN2sUBIhnIo-DIcKecLidz6y4yX0KTJUshyTlQGuMbd_yo/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qSVESo0V6Ya_t-kO9vlJiwZO89FisXiw69bQ56XLhsEzFPIbGPOWo1PmVwCz-od8senC_D55iiHb_FXEOVVH2Val1kgcVzyN2sUBIhnIo-DIcKecLidz6y4yX0KTJUshyTlQGuMbd_yo/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
my love,<br />
even in the darkest stories your shadow becomes air, and drinks the bitter mood of earth and water and i lay in this river, this bed of smooth stones of biting history and your hands fill the darkness<br />
of my mouth and you spill into me the lies of your flesh and i gather the smooth stones of your dreams of others.<br />
<br />
and you drown me in the swift rivulets of your passing and the darkening sky that you are, fills the<br />
hollows of my cupped hands and i ache for your passing for the chaffing wind to dig into my tender side, and leak my heart into the stream of flowing rocks,<br />
<br />
the air of my sight trembles as the night losses itself to flesh and opens the creases of your body and holds you on the precipice and the precipice gasps its hungry mouth for you and moves along the firm curves of your body and you tremble and shake and leak a warm stream of ghosts, for your hands to dream.<br />
<br />
<br />
and the darkness warms your body and presses deep into your recesses, till you are full and stretched and you gasp and tatter the light and dark with your fictions as you tumble from the light of your need to the consuming arms of my absents,<br />
<br />
and the gap that i have become that i fell into becomes the wash of time and carried me beyond the tick of emptiness till im swallowed into the longing emptiness of what resides on the other side of flesh,<br />
<br />
my love<br />
the sound of it all drops sighs and hands into the clinging warmth of lost and gone. and the memory of my hand stitches history into the stream of not me that you gasp. and i ache and ache.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-15338204403870511442011-12-14T16:46:00.000-08:002011-12-14T16:46:56.918-08:00My Love: X Into Your Parched Sea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilh4Zzo7X-qv9Yf3Oyek9D3mUPXuaCxbZE0X-EndrjPVAqhvJt-_358kIXyQnadCTV2PdrzJMZ6bQ3waXiaUGzAjHmwWqZxyfJliI9i7EL4-QRyoONJ3thgt36YhODk8hvwYPqYAOS7co6/s1600/253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilh4Zzo7X-qv9Yf3Oyek9D3mUPXuaCxbZE0X-EndrjPVAqhvJt-_358kIXyQnadCTV2PdrzJMZ6bQ3waXiaUGzAjHmwWqZxyfJliI9i7EL4-QRyoONJ3thgt36YhODk8hvwYPqYAOS7co6/s320/253.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>my love,<br />
<br />
the depth of your awakened light devours the flesh of bone and<br />
when i sip the light between destinies and despair i know the roots of marrow empty me and i swim into embraces that slumber in flesh, the ice of your winter bores into me extinguishing the fires tide, chilling the sleeping earth,<br />
<br />
and when your absents sounds as sand in wind and you become a desert, i swim the dust into false summer, and my body empties of burning blue and the glare of passions leak into the shadow of beloved.<br />
<br />
my love.<br />
you claim the warm air and storms that fill your breasts, the blistering kisses from you scolds my loneliness, burns my despair and nourishes the spreading desert, a sea as full as the soul, <br />
<br />
the naked lightning whispers the hollow of your shoulders till the cascades of thirst falls from the sky drains me to dust, and the universe falls to your thighs, and the silents of the sand consumes me, as you rhythm my fluted bones into your parched sea of salt.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-12597943622793362602011-12-02T13:38:00.000-08:002011-12-02T13:38:18.660-08:00My Love: XII: Till Distance Becomes Sorrow.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwDy7BmjYY8HgZrBUViD_AfkqW_O39rekuss_JFDDeEaU8qWJmuFJhAKvHQT2s37E_AkHX9xXf0bgUr_v-tWotNqG2h6nLLfMxfNPgCnLdSGnndjDh4g3VyiOTXDS7e17Qlj6pruThW0o/s1600/080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwDy7BmjYY8HgZrBUViD_AfkqW_O39rekuss_JFDDeEaU8qWJmuFJhAKvHQT2s37E_AkHX9xXf0bgUr_v-tWotNqG2h6nLLfMxfNPgCnLdSGnndjDh4g3VyiOTXDS7e17Qlj6pruThW0o/s400/080.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><br />
<br />
My love,<br />
<br />
you do know that once the blue unfurled from my fingertips for you, and that the gaping mouth of light, lighted you, and in light and dark, in sea and earth, the flowers of your eyes captured the sun and spun the air to webs and vines to bind me.<br />
<br />
as the earth trembled you moved and your gravity enthralled trees and stone, and you gave order to the universe, and i revolved in your sway touching all sides of you and my celestial dreams filled the shadows and i pored the darkness into your open mouth, and then i delved into you, penetrating deep in to the secret and hidden, until my shadow dissolved in the opening you once granted me.<br />
<br />
<br />
and the stars and precious veins of the earth relinquish the ebb and flow that defines you,<br />
and i move through your flickering of light and dark, and i am trapped by the gravity of your motion, and in the void i am speechless,<br />
<br />
my love. as the spheres sing out there fate and you are the universe, i linger in you, held by your tides and tug , imprisoned by your flowing blood, and i despair.<br />
<br />
<br />
all i can do is flow with the your ebbs and currents, travel with your pull and attraction till distance becomes sorrow and i am released.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-72661919011395010332011-10-25T14:46:00.000-07:002011-10-25T14:46:17.472-07:00My Love: IX The Estuary of Your Flesh.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tAiD4Pi3-dTpCqq0zYYb06UZiTVJs8NIkq3LABoIRfIL63LhP2iX8SQJF4PNDJ_iMLc75OERQLGiOkCltiynRkas5MOCvbooXOSVLk42J2nK9D2nvsXrMW-G_umoP4iGqtJYfqYjzYD_/s1600/041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tAiD4Pi3-dTpCqq0zYYb06UZiTVJs8NIkq3LABoIRfIL63LhP2iX8SQJF4PNDJ_iMLc75OERQLGiOkCltiynRkas5MOCvbooXOSVLk42J2nK9D2nvsXrMW-G_umoP4iGqtJYfqYjzYD_/s320/041.jpg" width="218" /></a></div>my love<br />
<br />
the estuary of your flesh flows the memory of evening, rising from a heated earth, as the falling angels stumble to flesh, the twilight of there wings flutter the decent, flapping in the blue forever there feathers drift like eyes in the deep past.<br />
but i search the stones for your passing and drink there path of remembrance as i grasp the edges of your words and fit them around me and hold your meaning snug to my shoulders as despair rains, then seeds the drenched earth, and i fall into loss.<br />
<br />
my love, i wander the foam pebbles of your eyes, and the volcanoes of air froth contentment with stone, and i travel the spring and breath in the hum of buds and unfurled flowers searching the change of seasons for a scent of you.<br />
<br />
evening fires tell of you in the passing of flame, the wobble of smoke twists me and i travel the ache of forests longing for a taste of you, hoping you linger in the swift waves of young streams that beat the heart into the depth of night.<br />
<br />
my love, i did so love you, but now the tumbled limbs of time finds bitter delight in my mouth, and now years have scalded me, dark moments eaten into rock, the swift river dry now, stones kissed and fondled smooth and now from this height in this rubbed moment, the friction of bodies chafe, there is no change, and the blooms of sadness become rivers chocked with ice<br />
<br />
the summer was dozed through and tears grew deep walls but your voice still careens from rocks heralding the tearing ache of passing, i become a shivering cold, falling into despair as singing eyes thick with voices and regret are swept into the hunger of the sea.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-10273628252220953592011-10-14T15:33:00.000-07:002011-10-15T04:56:26.182-07:00My Love: XI: Water On Stone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDy1FoEchauDBbZV-pb3wed1qKDScpLvoxJwMP3q_M75srQ5Z-OteP4IuIZFna20hWynWWxWVxLb8pZgBuzEReyhWvCrua2TBG8AYwMz-3GSeIa-J7hR7Gr5NsLGOeZ6OE7CDcarNpBnyA/s1600/017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDy1FoEchauDBbZV-pb3wed1qKDScpLvoxJwMP3q_M75srQ5Z-OteP4IuIZFna20hWynWWxWVxLb8pZgBuzEReyhWvCrua2TBG8AYwMz-3GSeIa-J7hR7Gr5NsLGOeZ6OE7CDcarNpBnyA/s320/017.jpg" width="227" /></a></div>my love,<br />
<br />
the breezes of your eyes captures and dispels the desolate wilderness that has grown into my chest, and the air of your tenderest gesture spills warmth from the edges of your touch into the sap of roots<br />
<br />
i am floundering in the wasteland that is my body, and the winds that are your touch pulls the gasp of my heart from the dark of the woods, as the autumn leaves bat there eyes in the sharp scrape of the sun,<br />
<br />
the memory of the tread of your passing delivers puffing clouds of chocking dust from the desert of my mouth and in the ripeness of your hands i walk the earthly corridor between sky and stone<br />
and the sound of the horseshoe falls is a forlorn whisper of water on stone, and in the swaddling breeze your moist scent of first spring captures and imprisons the lost sound of your steps in the forest.<br />
<br />
then evening drifts up from deep roads as shimmering tendrils of shadows bind air and hearts, the darkness smothers the frail beating and spills over the curve of desire, and in the clasping dark i heave a breath snapping the thin silver threads of longing that has bound me to you <br />
i travel the vast tundra and i know that you are the lost promised land uncharted unexplored and i am wayward, and the wine of my feet will travel every pebble strewn forest path through flicking gold and puffs of dust till the end of days.<br />
<br />
my love, in the unfolding desolation i will listen to the tender rub of unfurled leaves in a thick fresh breeze clean with rain and spiced by sea. and your desert and plains will swaddle me and hold me in the rhythm of light and dark of winter and promised spring and the unfurling of your swift white rivers will carry me to the crest of your tenderness<br />
<br />
and the dark nights of your arms will embrace me and carry me from sun to star strewn sky and i will drink the star light and devour the alien sky till i have found the center of you to embrace and cup in my palms.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-80260010383693644712011-10-03T13:42:00.000-07:002011-10-12T12:18:05.400-07:00Shower.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7PefhzvDTFgUcvYW2KxW29mInJwALuFIALimnG0DDR0K178WQ5hhsJsjWkdkieWyFqFnZS5uoSY3UXCj2ckmYCvHdtcZhG-NgfPlobe4uI5__Z7ATtf8yWsfJOMCfPr8CslrHDL3txbG/s1600/golden+shower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7PefhzvDTFgUcvYW2KxW29mInJwALuFIALimnG0DDR0K178WQ5hhsJsjWkdkieWyFqFnZS5uoSY3UXCj2ckmYCvHdtcZhG-NgfPlobe4uI5__Z7ATtf8yWsfJOMCfPr8CslrHDL3txbG/s320/golden+shower.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
she knelt in the sharp glare of light and the gloom of her private humiliation.<br />
her arousal leaked and oozed from her.<br />
<br />
left hand pulling and twisting a nipple.<br />
her right hand sliding into a smooth slick urgency between her legs.<br />
<br />
with tilted head she could barely contain her longing ache for this.<br />
<br />
so many nights she touched herself and dreamed, and then wilted in shame<br />
<br />
now the clash of dream and reality peeled away trepidation, fear , and self loathing.<br />
<br />
she had never articulated this dream, never even hinted but somehow this man knew, saw into the lust that was her secret heart, understood the need that was her intimate disgrace,<br />
<br />
and had stripped her of resistant and taboos.<br />
<br />
<br />
so now, kneeling, eyes hooded, mouth hot and moist in the sterile glare,<br />
<br />
slowly he unzipped, then held his flaccid cock, her blue eyes widened.<br />
against her pail skin her black hair framed the opening and unfurling of her deepest lust.<br />
<br />
pausing a moment, neither breathed or moved, suspended in desire and anticipation, then the warm golden stream arched from his cock and splashed hotly on her face, her soul and body shivered ,<br />
frantically both hands worked, the stream filled her half opened mouth, trailed down to her breasts and drummed against each nipple.<br />
<br />
overcome with warmth, fulfillment and relief, she drooled piss down her chin then quickly greedily swallowed,<br />
<br />
on the edge of the abyss, she trembled and shivered as her hand frantically rubbed and fingers cruelly pinched.<br />
<br />
greedily beyond the restraint of her shame she twisted her body to catch as much of the golden flood as she could. mouth gaping she eagerly gulped as she orgasmed in tremors and spasms, and tears.<br />
<br />
<br />
it was released, the flood gates were opened she had hidden this from everyone, boyfriends, her ex- husband , but now in that anonymous bathroom,<br />
<br />
in the sharp glare of light bulbs and chrome<br />
this man had given her wings, unfettered her, with one golden shower had cleansed her soul of her deepest shame and most hidden of secrets.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-78866750992245482011-09-28T03:22:00.000-07:002011-09-28T03:22:05.301-07:00My Love: VIII : The Fathoms That You Are<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheuxaaB5YAfNtdQTh81M4qo5yc90rbOUb7oFCQ7ac8Q2TsIjuzEo0AqfdC3avTGtdk9X2BI6RJOcNEdc_tcbGASPylMb23cfvjFWKsal0tHz_YbScv7NkeqpKvFJ2AS0qYNv_8otDQsdr9/s1600/502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheuxaaB5YAfNtdQTh81M4qo5yc90rbOUb7oFCQ7ac8Q2TsIjuzEo0AqfdC3avTGtdk9X2BI6RJOcNEdc_tcbGASPylMb23cfvjFWKsal0tHz_YbScv7NkeqpKvFJ2AS0qYNv_8otDQsdr9/s320/502.jpg" width="222" /></a></div>my love,<br />
<br />
you emerge whole from the sea, you are the foam, the sharp tang of salt in the mouth, you are the surge that the sky and light embraces as you travel the fall, and in the buried ache of your longing you reach for me,<br />
<br />
and the eventing of your hands and mouth finds me between the crackling of the tides, as shadows of shells and weeds sway in your veins and your spray of salt touches my cheek, and i find the brine of this blood swells in the blind silver of gravity, and your desire finds a path to my sorrows that is the urge of earth and the roots of copper that eats the fire into our bodies,<br />
<br />
and you slip this flesh as you embrace the pull of your sea as you step from the froth of days, and your nocturnal body sinks me into longing, and the salt crusts over my clenched heart as you comb out the starry tendrils of your hunger, and deep in your blood flows the singing of wind and sand,<br />
your song names the shores of your future and you are chosen as stones sleep there solitude in the embrace of cruel waves,<br />
<br />
my love, you erode me to nothing as your feet tentatively embraces the shore and you emerge whole from the grip of the sea, and i am but air and stone in my desire for you and the pull of you tangles me in the glints of wind on waves, and as you move into me i grow silent as sky pondering the ends of the earth, and in me your seething swells drown me, your salt cuts me, your bite of brine stings the world of my eyes and blindness sparks the meeting of sorrows as sea touches earth,<br />
<br />
and i swallow the sea and become foam and the promise of salt, and you emerge from the sea, and you are the sea and salt and foam, and i embrace the the fathoms that you are, as the pull of your tides hold me as i drown in sea and salt and foam.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-85743730970088329882011-08-22T14:54:00.000-07:002011-08-22T14:54:43.805-07:00My Love: VII: Time Bloomed Green<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCKxR-FYjnzapBYZD9EfBgJqr5yJ1o3-GqoV3Muj2wBonw6sykd_VWKSUOTj_eClNSNvwDcWLv8IIx2h5k8xHiJlHz8XwUUAGi0_EFekPFMMC6-nFseLp9jkIAnf5wKWnDMhu9OyaRACb/s1600/124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCKxR-FYjnzapBYZD9EfBgJqr5yJ1o3-GqoV3Muj2wBonw6sykd_VWKSUOTj_eClNSNvwDcWLv8IIx2h5k8xHiJlHz8XwUUAGi0_EFekPFMMC6-nFseLp9jkIAnf5wKWnDMhu9OyaRACb/s320/124.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
my love,<br />
<br />
when times voice bloomed lush and green in your eyes you touched the earth and moved with the rustle of growing things and the dark moist earth welcomed the bleeding of your seeds. In the terrible mouth of days, in there desperation in the self imposed silence of leaves, my passing on the swift longing stings breath and heart.<br />
<br />
The blue hard sky filled you, brought light and warmth to your lips so pale, brought renewal, then o your hips and the gentle warmth of the day settles on me and we rested midway through its passing, <br />
<br />
i gathered leaves and flowers along twisted brooks as day glinted off each shiver of water that swept past and the sweetness of bees and the hum of there flight made me drowse as stone, <br />
and you came to me in lilacs and rain, in swift streams and rubbed smooth stones of abandoned brooks as the silver fish of minuets darted from me, as time bloomed green in your eyes,<br />
<br />
<br />
so my love without you the the terrible moments pass dripping there days through my hands as i wander the twisted bank in the wilderness gathering stray flowers and smooth fallen stars that rest slumbering in your hair as i gather them to count the passing of months.<br />
<br />
With you the cycle of light and dark lost its jagged blood drawing edge and you taught me silents and stirred my lips with the tender touch of skin,<br />
we moved in lilacs and honey dripping in the buzz of days till time bloomed green in your eyes and you brought me rest.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-26238078230786935702011-04-08T03:41:00.000-07:002011-04-08T10:07:49.681-07:00My Love. VI: Bruised Lavender<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9M2JmvZbXq2RDQ4n_69Vjzd4mWRI78osyxuvkPZYD7XOaeUgTZxsiyUZMgXZ0HdDBB_yWBCbBjTpTytjlU17E7WAr847UrZSUuuni3p3k-AmaEltNwZpwyfP5u32qneLSXOLerxnAL20f/s1600/505.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9M2JmvZbXq2RDQ4n_69Vjzd4mWRI78osyxuvkPZYD7XOaeUgTZxsiyUZMgXZ0HdDBB_yWBCbBjTpTytjlU17E7WAr847UrZSUuuni3p3k-AmaEltNwZpwyfP5u32qneLSXOLerxnAL20f/s320/505.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>my love,<br />
<br />
the air of your hands remembers the curves of heat and the rich dark loam of my body, the silver bell of the moon draws you into its breath and the stars in there course will once again dust your fingers with my passing.<br />
<br />
your eyes will speak the bruised lavender of my ache, and the unfurling gold of morning questions the mystery of tides and the dark scent of fertility salts your body as the green roots of air leaves my hands to fuse as the silences of miles drift between us, and we surrender ,we drag nets to capture rocks and flashing sky and long to bind the time fleeing from our trembling bodies.<br />
<br />
my love, my mouth measures the burnt remains of you, and i taste smoke and soot , blood and lust<br />
and in your craving you embrace the darkness of my mouth, and found our loneliness and hunger.<br />
<br />
<br />
and you surrender to distances, letting the red hair of twilight cascade down to the crypt of evening and you tried in your way to quench me and my mouth dreamt of your breasts and the shoals of your hips, but in the futility of my mouth you abandon your body and my tongue tasted the emptiness and silt of despair, and in the cinders of your remains, my mouth burns with the awful tang of our lossfinbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-72213338368319824132011-03-31T03:35:00.000-07:002011-03-31T03:35:39.333-07:00My Love: V: The Flow of Sap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6n-cPoMUWe0l5Oa2cljlblVAK-a-jJ2EUz9y_n0QjblPqR4VrQ2TxxZOtC9Aa71ZOUg_R4i5S0Sj1USsqSpTVcjklAEgCN-pJplJzsx-fg9xUiigHbupJOrgiX2TYFdfcBMBlEb6eZZK/s1600/Wade_10035_nude_river_edge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6n-cPoMUWe0l5Oa2cljlblVAK-a-jJ2EUz9y_n0QjblPqR4VrQ2TxxZOtC9Aa71ZOUg_R4i5S0Sj1USsqSpTVcjklAEgCN-pJplJzsx-fg9xUiigHbupJOrgiX2TYFdfcBMBlEb6eZZK/s1600/Wade_10035_nude_river_edge.jpg" /></a></div>My Love,<br />
<br />
the flow of sap with its assuring breath, a cluster of green bursting with warm roots and fresh spray of spent desire, and in the slow avalanche of evening the darkness surrounds and with moist lips and probing tongue i found you, buried in loam beneath sheets of leaves and tender moss,<br />
<br />
and the spring rose in your mouth and heavy eyes dark and flashing rumbled the horizon purple, and your womb contracts and heaves in the dark moist earth and you push forth seeds and sprouts as the sharp dew caresses and your green breath fills the morning and awakes my lips.<br />
<br />
my love, the day is fire, and you are a sharp sting of grapes and flowers, you fill me with the taste of bees and and tangle of unfurled ivy and there sweetness burns me and my mouth wounded closes around the flowers of the day.<br />
<br />
and your swollen lips move on, with the traveling of light across a bed of stone to embrace the swelling urgency of my hips, your earthy vines bind me, stings my mouth and i stumble in uncertainty with the heat of the earth.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>my love, you stagger then kneel at the rustling stream slaking my thirst and soothing the cuts and wounds of my mouth, and your spring rain soaked me through and i step into the capricious water, then sit drowsily in the forgiving moss till your rain swells the stream, and i am towed to your source.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-31454308185477549742011-03-23T16:13:00.000-07:002011-03-23T16:13:25.934-07:00My Love: IV: Light of Your Hands<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-KrYeKQ_TlzsvxRQKzLdCXF5yVNZpQe4TfuHbupylGRl14tORrLv73N2bUsg1E1vc98M5RuAhkvlVnOBtpH2gGt82Zya0kDmFEAOhOzjoRbxGcs0sRCPxWgDv__kcU5ilvvcnK15RQeF/s1600/il_570xN_85800623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX-KrYeKQ_TlzsvxRQKzLdCXF5yVNZpQe4TfuHbupylGRl14tORrLv73N2bUsg1E1vc98M5RuAhkvlVnOBtpH2gGt82Zya0kDmFEAOhOzjoRbxGcs0sRCPxWgDv__kcU5ilvvcnK15RQeF/s320/il_570xN_85800623.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> art by godwithdan <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
my love, <br />
<br />
the light of your hands swaddle me, and carry me slumbering into the the depths of your eyes,<br />
and into the fires beneath flesh and stone, to the heat that is churning the massive wheels of the universe.<br />
<br />
in the pull of spring your nourishing fingers find me, i was lost in the wilderness of an endless horizon, and i longed to travel the petals of your flesh to dance in the cool shade and budding leaves of your curves and moist center. uncharted, i longed to wander the gardens and vineyards of your flesh,<br />
<br />
then when the broiling clouds, dark and savage entomb me, you find me and lift me with a shine that births tides, and delivers me from the gales that batter and devour.<br />
<br />
my love, the radiant waves of your body salts the stars across the harsh darkness, and i a lost voyager grasps your silver breath and scattered constellations to carry me from desolation to the succulent red earth of your garden.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-36540479182408349182011-03-17T14:12:00.000-07:002011-03-17T14:12:30.235-07:00My Love: III: The Weight of Rain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORyXC1OXFB7FJPZQ_dc92Tat_xUl-vh1tMCBzmAWZcqfUHpNeXFTJXz0UXQCKDuSCT_JmjlrPdXZwhRMb7s5kYVtJTsCxGleS9Fkev1czgBZw1gj1FjXFQOe99TbyKB8dQ9ArhiU01hwt/s1600/064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORyXC1OXFB7FJPZQ_dc92Tat_xUl-vh1tMCBzmAWZcqfUHpNeXFTJXz0UXQCKDuSCT_JmjlrPdXZwhRMb7s5kYVtJTsCxGleS9Fkev1czgBZw1gj1FjXFQOe99TbyKB8dQ9ArhiU01hwt/s320/064.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>my love,<br />
<br />
the water and rain weigh me down, i tried to hold you, to touch your breasts, but you were a drop of glistening dew, that held the earth, a clear drop left from the secret encounter of dark and sun,<br />
<br />
i thirst for you, for the wine that lingers in fist fulls of dark grapes that sing of earth and warmth, i hunger to be nourished, to have my ache for you filled by the droning of bees and by the splash and babble of swift rivulets that rub smooth the bones of earth, and seek in there passion the vast salt sea, that calls, that sings, that siren that can not be denied. i long to be nourished by your milk and blood, and the clear dew of when dark and sun encounter.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>my love, the weight of rain pulled me to my knees, pulled me to the rich thick mud, filled me with blood and seeds, and the rain fed the earth with its secrets, and drew from the mud the mystery of breasts and blood and milk, and the final mystery of the briefest of encounters of dark and sun, as my thirst throbs to be quenched by the wine of your breasts.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-77235846892667063302011-03-09T14:49:00.000-08:002011-03-10T06:46:09.247-08:00My Love. II. Beginning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqHRnZCobc2sGnxj5aN-BMnCpfpqTByr_n4mcX9TZpcZKeOWGV3_oPZXpaX_x76AGYy5MrkTxvOMw63IjNLnKQvM7uOr-_aXaRyqVoJmvBjqvBPeB-0ZIjRK-s4tYZjo6PdvEyM3Z4U-M/s1600/025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqHRnZCobc2sGnxj5aN-BMnCpfpqTByr_n4mcX9TZpcZKeOWGV3_oPZXpaX_x76AGYy5MrkTxvOMw63IjNLnKQvM7uOr-_aXaRyqVoJmvBjqvBPeB-0ZIjRK-s4tYZjo6PdvEyM3Z4U-M/s320/025.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br />
my love,<br />
<br />
your beginning is full of the pungent taste of moss, and the consuming sting of salt, you become the glow of the moon that rides the mystery of birth from the foam of tides, to the whispers of the darkness that filled my lips before there was a desire for you.<br />
<br />
i tumble to your darkness trailing the promise of stars, bound to the roots of rock and tree, i voyage to the unfolding of the one mystery of tide and blood. the ache of salt blinds my eyes, as the air of my hands grasps the raging sea of you,<br />
<br />
<div style="border: medium none;">my love, </div><div style="border: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border: medium none;">in the crash of waves on stone and in the lick of flames in air, i lose myself in the musk of your origin, the voyage that is flesh falls into the agony and mist of your mystery that is the clash of earth and air, and i voyage to your unfolding as my hands travel the currents of your flesh tracings paths to the one mystery, as the soft dew of your desire rages the flame of beginnings,</div><div style="border: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border: medium none;">and out of the darkness you arise gleaming from the curve of the world, stretching the blue horizon with the green of your eyes, and the world finds renewal as your tide devours the rocky shore,</div><div style="border: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border: medium none;">and the sun streams down crusting salt on rocks and the world turns with the tug of tides and blood. </div>finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-66438575438386312162011-02-28T16:34:00.000-08:002011-03-18T15:33:17.672-07:00From Stone, to Salt, to Sea.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWDnh_SMiQroaxfRSJvQ239ZXp60flQ0ZQ1uk67eeUh50_V3LromAMC8IJ7hBcSXIr-IzZPIGhf1BiTSvq6vuCgceeMZj9PO6b-FrTxmEHahyphenhyphenGuByxRoyEg54XTs6o1zWDM8dp8NyYGl1/s1600/497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilWDnh_SMiQroaxfRSJvQ239ZXp60flQ0ZQ1uk67eeUh50_V3LromAMC8IJ7hBcSXIr-IzZPIGhf1BiTSvq6vuCgceeMZj9PO6b-FrTxmEHahyphenhyphenGuByxRoyEg54XTs6o1zWDM8dp8NyYGl1/s1600/497.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">I used to catch you in my hands</div><div class="MsoNormal">cup my palms</div><div class="MsoNormal">and roll you between fingers <br />
slowly till you were </div><div class="MsoNormal">swollen with the warmth of me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">But now my hands wander </div><div class="MsoNormal">an empty wilderness of </div><div class="MsoNormal">streams and deep earth,</div><div class="MsoNormal">they journey unfamiliar territory <br />
of breathing forests and savage desire.</div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
so now they linger in the failing </div><div class="MsoNormal">light eventually escaping into</div><div class="MsoNormal">the darkening sky.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Once when my hands</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Spoke your name gently </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">with knowing, stumbling </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">fingers unbuttoned you,</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">pulled the shawl from your fragile shoulders.</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Peeling away the layer</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">of air to find stone, then</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">salt, finally sea, till my hands</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">in hunger tasted</div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">you, and filled their aching mouth </div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">with your brine.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">my hands traveled</div></div><div class="MsoNormal">the distance of you and in </div><div class="MsoNormal">their solitude fuse with the swell of your </div><div class="MsoNormal">breasts, drinking their </div><div class="MsoNormal">firm warmth and rolling the </div><div class="MsoNormal">stiffness of your passion</div><div class="MsoNormal">between questioning fingers,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Until we turned to stone</div><div class="MsoNormal">and plummet through the </div><div class="MsoNormal">still air,</div><div class="MsoNormal">and we roll together and </div><div class="MsoNormal">find the stillness</div><div class="MsoNormal">that inhabits stone.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And for a millennium </div><div class="MsoNormal">in the calm of time</div><div class="MsoNormal">we slumber entangled </div><div class="MsoNormal">fused by heat and silence</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">so in eternity we move from<br />
stone to salt,</div><div class="MsoNormal">and the tang sears </div><div class="MsoNormal">the wounds of my hands </div><div class="MsoNormal">and falls into the bruise of my </div><div class="MsoNormal">mouth, </div><div class="MsoNormal">the sting of you shocks me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You surge washing the brine from my mouth</div><div class="MsoNormal">then grow from salt to water,</div><div class="MsoNormal">and fill my eyes and hands </div><div class="MsoNormal">with your motion.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And again I become hands,</div><div class="MsoNormal">and cup you in the twilight </div><div class="MsoNormal">of my passing,</div><div class="MsoNormal">and in the futility of flesh</div><div class="MsoNormal">in the inevitable passing of hands</div><div class="MsoNormal">you travel through my fingers,</div><div class="MsoNormal">and as you fill me with your absence</div><div class="MsoNormal">I turn from hands , to stone, to salt, to sea,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">till loss drinks the dimming day </div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal">and in the end sea and salt</div><div class="MsoNormal">devours all. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-52007752816787762992011-02-14T16:31:00.000-08:002011-04-08T12:20:51.638-07:00My Love: I. You Are The Taste Of Flowers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKljyotm3K_m5PtwnmjEkvsSkXYozivZJn-Gh0koK5SshyzRyiKPNdIjsfCoRCiNgCKNfB00n0GNcL24kwKtEwljx1pSsPUYDLwYsmQbWjdMOD4UW4bL90JAzvfbRLlx0nj40XVYrkuw_s/s1600/270.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKljyotm3K_m5PtwnmjEkvsSkXYozivZJn-Gh0koK5SshyzRyiKPNdIjsfCoRCiNgCKNfB00n0GNcL24kwKtEwljx1pSsPUYDLwYsmQbWjdMOD4UW4bL90JAzvfbRLlx0nj40XVYrkuw_s/s320/270.jpg" width="174" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border: medium none;">my love,</div><div style="border: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border: medium none;">you are the taste of flowers, the scent of rain and sun when the wind finds you and binds your lips to mine.</div><div style="border: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border: medium none;">your eyes stitched to the gentle touch of my hand as i tangle my limbs in the history of your hair. the gold of your skin swallows the sun and through your eyes stars part as dark broiling clouds with jagged slashes of silver fill the pool of your hips and the shock of thunder pounds my body with the tides of you being.</div><div style="border: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border: medium none;">your mouth takes me as the aurora of earth and days clings to the hope of hands that in the silents remembers the burning suns of your skin as the heat of morning rises from you shimmering in the air as the world emerges from you. you convulse and push forth the day. your hands gather in the streams of air and slivers of water, and bind my bones to you with the kiss of your skin and the lips of your voice.</div><div style="border: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border: medium none;">my love, the escaped gold of your body finds the hard curve of the moon and with limbs liquid and smooth you sift the night into me as the fingers of your lust captures stars. your rising heat bundles your silver breasts to lay upon my willing tongue</div><div style="border: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border: medium none;">the trembling hope of your thighs mouth the darkness from me and i spill the milky heavens across you, and the full moon claims you with willing breasts as the tremble of your lips seeks to find redemption and rest in the shadows of my mouth.</div>finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-1890088130262066712010-11-03T10:24:00.000-07:002010-11-03T10:24:23.458-07:00I Who Know You<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5dwkcXB-hQVQGs7DD5rytKgKf9ZualNrP2IOVSI2xT4npuyJxLpwDRIC3O-UJuUy1QPTLv82aMDwJ8-6wMmagITaVT5CRXFSRwUnk2B1j5qH2aR0YAwOi72KWOMzhP3TpcekU5yAo51kz/s1600/canvas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5dwkcXB-hQVQGs7DD5rytKgKf9ZualNrP2IOVSI2xT4npuyJxLpwDRIC3O-UJuUy1QPTLv82aMDwJ8-6wMmagITaVT5CRXFSRwUnk2B1j5qH2aR0YAwOi72KWOMzhP3TpcekU5yAo51kz/s320/canvas.png" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: 16pt;">I who know you </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">beyond the drift </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">of days and the loss </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">of silver light still reside </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">in the hollow of my</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">now collapsed chest.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Astray and longing for the </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">unfolding of the world,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">an unraveling, calling </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">the names, each by each,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">until the tongue<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">swells with use,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">and the lies in my</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">mortal life, taint my </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">meager history,<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">drifting in the </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">upheaval of time, and</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">sea, I am </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">spent, </span><span style="font-size: 16pt;">still<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">the victim of currents</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">in a shoreless world,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Bobbing and rolling as the winds, </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">spice scented, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16pt;">ambiguous as your pelt<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">pushing this frail</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">bone, from now to then.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16pt;">I bewildered between your ever tilting</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">poles, lost in the unspooling</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">of the world</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">that spills your words</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">into the sucking sound </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">of deceit and despair.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">The drifting grows</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">inevitable till</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">the running down of</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">sand and water</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">leads to the worm<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">infested flesh,<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">my tears of passage <br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">burns the driving world</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">and I to embers.</span></div>finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-74232654075729099482010-10-14T04:28:00.000-07:002011-02-03T11:18:49.910-08:00The Fragrance of Spring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06ndAnIHGYQScAqphiz35fILJyjZ4LqzCoNln6sQduAB6nuTnVe4o7WKRLlmQ7tKtevVZF1GuzTOVdjRnDbLidPmSqWux1rnkDlm7ZqWRqxf5BSFxoMLzTLk2qZZq1gTqZLbr7o4Zqazn/s1600/364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06ndAnIHGYQScAqphiz35fILJyjZ4LqzCoNln6sQduAB6nuTnVe4o7WKRLlmQ7tKtevVZF1GuzTOVdjRnDbLidPmSqWux1rnkDlm7ZqWRqxf5BSFxoMLzTLk2qZZq1gTqZLbr7o4Zqazn/s320/364.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>in this<br />
crisp air of Halloween,<br />
i harvest the currents of musk<br />
rising from you,<br />
i bend and in a rustle <br />
of autumn leaves<br />
falling red, gold and orange, i <br />
kiss you.<br />
<br />
<br />
on your promise of renewal<br />
the storms of November<br />
gather embracing me in<br />
ghostly chill,<br />
drawing my hands<br />
from your warm<br />
breast, and breathing its<br />
future frost deep into me<br />
entombing my heart<br />
<br />
that has lost time<br />
and thinks spring is<br />
unfurling in your <br />
green eyes. that the red <br />
of your hair flames the earth<br />
to bloom and bud,<br />
while my kisses fade in the <br />
pumpkin and apple spiced<br />
passing of fall;<br />
<br />
but the secrets of your hips <br />
haunted the chill<br />
from me,<br />
and taught my eyes and heart that <br />
this air thick with Halloween, is <br />
the fragrance of spring.finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8346095126971092682.post-16914387061158375662010-09-29T16:01:00.000-07:002010-09-29T16:01:29.923-07:00Forever Into Always You<div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cyUgDPXENc7Qk-FLmLR__DhGfXKaTOujYmQpHFjITFmWKwA7Xk80GyOM0jI9VKT5FdvFjpw6R6b4Afsi1JDmcW-Kjkx39s9aRO4QjYpL38j_pxpXKUvyPmCm6wYqrPdZEtOJWKobew7b/s1600/186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="169" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cyUgDPXENc7Qk-FLmLR__DhGfXKaTOujYmQpHFjITFmWKwA7Xk80GyOM0jI9VKT5FdvFjpw6R6b4Afsi1JDmcW-Kjkx39s9aRO4QjYpL38j_pxpXKUvyPmCm6wYqrPdZEtOJWKobew7b/s320/186.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">always in the i wish</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">for longing of</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">hope and hands in</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">the full kiss of </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">your thighs</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">i drown in the </div>swell of my flesh <br />
and the tingle<br />
sparking charge from <br />
your yes eyes<br />
and beckoning breasts,<br />
<br />
till in crackle<br />
of air and ozone and <br />
earth and loam<br />
i breath you <br />
completely as i slip into<br />
your welcome<br />
and i thank the <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">sky and blue beyond</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">for the secret pearl</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">of you holding that</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">your thighs and heart share</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">with me</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">and my eyes and </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">little deaths surrender</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">the pink inside and i </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">whisper sweet </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">forever into always you.</div></div>finbarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11827038632380967522noreply@blogger.com1