A sweet sensuous secret
Plays upon my lips
How I delight in holding it close to me
Softly whispering
in between your sweet kisses
That I’ll never tell.
A sweet sensuous secret
Plays upon my lips
How I delight in holding it close to me
Softly whispering
in between your sweet kisses
That I’ll never tell.
i see too much…
too sharply, strongly
too vividly, viciously
i miss the light…
not chemical, not electrical
not that cruel piercing imperfection revealing lit object.
why not some dimness…?
some smoothness…
some dark to wrap around softly but not at all lessen…
some thing hidden…
some thing saved…
some thing for one to know and one to find out…
let the light be created,
let it slowly fade the light-maker
let it lick, slide, drip, drop, fall, fly and burn…
let it leave a trace as all living things do…
let it spark, grow, flame, flicker, falter…
let it live and as all, let it leave.