"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



Monday, September 14, 2015

Naked Beauty





“I want to do things so wild with you that I don't know how to say them.”
~ Anais Nin

“…suddenly, scaldingly, holdingly, all nowhere gone and time absolutely still and they were both there, time having stopped and he felt the earth move out and away from them.”
~ Ernest Hemingway, For Whom The Bell Tolls


You...you...you...
My drug
My addiction
My ceaseless urge…my fix
Needle under my skin
Cold chill of desire
Pill in my mouth
Shot of sweet intoxication
Opiate
Into lungs erasing reality
Momentary suspension of existence
Floating into ethereal hibernation
Over your body
In your arms
Smoke induced otherness
Incense filling nostrils
Inhabiting senses
Between sheets soaked in desire
Mutilated with passion
Darkness envelops us
You…the only light
Passage back to life – release - trembling compulsion
Breath
A faint heart beat
Only...only...only
The night between us
Candles flicker
Moonlight casting shadows
On naked beauty
Poetry spun from want



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