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Friday, April 8, 2011

before day three

    1. off guard day..
      stand up..
      alert.
      to walk away..
    2. strait .. and to the right of way underestimate time.. how long is it..between here.. and there..
    3. check on his sweetness.
      over his head ..
    4. with room for him to hide,
      and peek too.
      moving back with steps of a short stride..
      with noise inside..your head ... ....
      but you do get back.

      stirring thoughts ..
      little hairs springing back and forth..
      creating melodies..
      divinely flavored songs..

      immersed into powdered dry emotion..
      gleaming in the sun light..
      shadows across the le'figure .
    5. three days have been in mind..
      will the trip be done or waiting just in time.
      call me ...
      call me again please..
      I want to hear it again.
      as if I did not understand..
    6. we have two..
      only two... after that I will go alone.
      with my divinely covered songs..
      melodies so hard. so strong..
      dissipating thought from your will arranging the steeping stone on the hill.
    7. .......a hill........

Thursday, April 7, 2011

entonces

  • lovely rhythm... ..
    in a hue of blessed roses.
    bodies as beautiful as the fragrance of your ...touch ..
    ..........entonces ..
    again with my eyes open to the symphony of lust..
    the distance of the universe :::::
    ..........find me..
    find a way to see me..
    reach to that vine...
    the tail of that swirling Galaxy..
    of the defined...

    thoughts untrained ..like an exquisite wine..
    a spray of meaning for every one to have..
    like a mist of the covariance in your embrace..
    ...........with me.... ...............
               .just me.
    entonnces..
    bien estamos entreunidos:

    ............intertwined so to become...
    one mind..
    the devotion one of an imagine kind..
    the night before...
    the breaking time..

    unforgivably as a thought ..
    like fog moving in the air...
    just before it enters through the cornea of your view...
    just to be fair................
    just before that thought made the changes...

    coming back from the sweet Oder of your garden...
    that velvet ....
    insane red..hue.. ................
    thy rhythm that is you..

    That is you