Something brilliant from House of Heart
Drawn by the pull of possibility
I am at war with resistance,
tempted by persuasion and
the dynamic momentum of hands
on taut shoulders.
The gravitational press on tangled knots,
on willowy limbs that succumb to a
black spell night.
Your sighs are kindle to my lips
igniting the perfect fire.
At dawn I am a periwinkle
at your pillow, petals bending
to what is golden.
art by Steve Hanks
Where All is Not as It Seems
Storytelling.
Because Why not?
Music Ennobles All It Touches
From the Existential to the Mundane - From Poetry to Prose
frightfully wondrous things happen here.
A short quote, a little thought, a travel distance, & 1 photo to share with the world
You only see the outside- look closer.
Random ponderings on the state of the Universe
If Existence is a dream, let us dream perfection....
Emotional Abuse is the Silent Abuse
I am always going to be ... Marie-Céline
... and met these people on her way
