My lips are moist with
the lucious anticipation of
your breath against them
the taste of desire awaits
in a dream i call to them
reaching out to touch yours
with fingertips light as a breeze
soft caress against your warm sigh
to sing a song with mine
a song my heart keeps writing
words into the air are alive
your soul sings this song with me.
i want to hear the words
your lips sing along with mine
together as our eyes meet in time
opening doors that seal our tomorrows
painted and perfect waiting in the garden
catching the smile that melts the cold
never wanting it to be and yet i know
if it doesn't, my life is incomplete.
you woke me in the morning of the night
whispering in my ear from so far away.
taking my dreams to you and setting fire
to the desires we both deny to be real.
let us be for now, let us be forever
let us be us for ourselves and smile
our lips so close our breath is stilled
waiting for the perfect moment to sing.
a song our dreamers kiss unites
our lives bound in wisdom beyond our souls
how do we catch our words or speak them
tell me my sweet soul. i rely on your vision
unspoken and true. alive and real
waiting to see what your eyes tell me
how mine respond to them alike
how mine respond in kind. in kind...
its a dreamers kiss that stands here
a kiss responding outside boundaries
making itself alive in my blood.
it will not die until passed between us.
There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck
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Friday, March 30
Saturday, January 14
Late night at the Oasis
Sometimes things surprise you. Last night I was pleasantly surprised. I am not sure traditional methods are at work here. I have to trust my instincts and gain respect.
Respect is mandatory for moving forward.
Respect is mandatory for moving forward.
Location:
Santa Barbara, Santa Barbara
Friday, January 2
New Years Eve
It always seems that New Years Eve reflects the past and the future for me. It has to be my favorite holiday. It began with friends, vodka and enchiladas. It ended with a walk on the beach with my good friend.
Does the beginning of the New Year reflect what is going to come? I hope so. I felt comfortable, happy and satisfied.
Does the beginning of the New Year reflect what is going to come? I hope so. I felt comfortable, happy and satisfied.
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