"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Tangerine Twilight 

Shadows dance on pale skin
Tangerine twilight
Splintered lunar curve of a neck



Dangling earring resting in the crest
Coagulated desire shimmering through translucent eyes
Blinding suitors to love’s gaze
Pulling bodies like the tide to her



Looking not for love but something deeper
Earthy
Tangibly experienced in the soil of being





With head cradled in her hand
Writing in the flowing strokes of unconscious becoming
The movements of life on fragrantly scented blank pages
The story of life in the manuscript of time

 

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