one star will do me just fine.
out here alone where I stand
with darkness in and out
i need a little light to be mine.
cast spotlight.
make me shine.
yeah…
one star is just fine
for a little light.

air

i speak to the air
whisper
call to it
come to me
into me
give me lightness
such lightness
such ease
make me
as light
as air
adrift
wandering
now here
now
gone
a whisper of air

Some nights there is more in me than darkness in the night’s sky.

Summer Love

a summer love
smells so fresh
like the bursting
of green leaves
from colorful buds.
a clean, crisp scent
it just comes.
In a instant
it’s here.
tingling, refreshing,
youth everlasting

rain

it’s pouring out. no one seems to enjoy it in particular.

i think it’s fantastic!

light yourself

“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.”

- Hafez

Laura Esquirel’s Words

“Having felt it with her own body, she knew a look could start a fire. Even to set the sun itself ablaze….Those huge stars have lasted for millions of years by taking care never to absorb any of the fiery rays lovers all over the world send up at them night after night. To avoid that, the star generates so much heat inside itself that it shatters the rays into a thousand pieces. Any look it receives is immediately repulsed, reflected back onto the earth, like a trick done with mirrors.“

- Laura Esquirel, “Like Water for Chocolate“, p.60

Sated

the night sighs past my curtains.
a fluttering breath.
the rain makes love to gentle darkness.
sighs are all that are left.

Holy Madness

Let life be filled with holy madness to the last breath.
- Naguib Mahfouz, Heart of the Night

It’s the way you write

i like the way you write. wish i could kiss the words rolling from your mind. thoughts that peek into each other. they scatter. come forth as delight and terror. wish i could pick them up one by one. hold them close. write them in me. your words open windows to your thoughts. i read them. and now your thoughts are in me.

the tread between breath and body

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i would if my breath reached me in a passing breeze seize its fleeting fragrance. capture myself. hold still it fluttering wings i would smooth a quivering finger down its wisp of a life and make it catch.

a steady rhythm

now it’s lulled. heavy with longing. i would whisper as breath drew in its wings stay with me. fan my embers.

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i lie in a pile of autumn leaves.

old. decayed.

you’d think they’d remain silent.

but no.

they scatter everywhere.

on their way to wherever.

they crinkle and rustle.

tell me to lead an ear

and whisper

let me tell you a story of me.

me.

me.

Wonder

Photograph by Malika Pannek

winter has set in. breathing the chill is a sharp intake. a stinging gasp. there is slick, chilly rain that dampens the colorfully fallen leaves. they stiffen from the freeze and wet. crystallized leaves. shimmering and shining. the sun blazes, kisses warmth throwing light here and there. it makes these leaves glisten. pick them up. touch. a curled finger against the cold. trace fallen gold. it’s almost holy…

what a wonder all of this is.

this evening, this night

Photograph by by ftoomschb

this evening is moist.
wet. and. sultry.
it hums.
soft. breathy. whispers.
it’s tune.
low. and. husky.
this night is heavy.
expectant. needy.
dimmed lights. shadows.
simmering. dark hues.
this evening, this night
sways towards you.

 

Photograph by feelingpurple

 when i get a chance to breathe
i feel as if i can’t get in as much as i need.
a hand to my chest.
i barely feel the beats.

Hyderabad

Hyderabad, India by skasuga

I’ve just returned from a month-long trip to Hyderabad, India. When i think of how to describe my trip, how to write down the experiences, the emotions those very same experiences and emotions overwhelm me. i cannot grasp at any one experience or emotion for I am left dazed as they spill forth.

There is, though, one thing of my trip that I can say for sure and it is this: Upon setting foot on that land, among those people my very being tells me I am home. unquestionably home.

An Exchange

Passing Strangers by James M Thorne

i walked down the street today heading straight. my sights set straight. but a light brush of another’s shoulder made me turn ever the slightest. an acknowledgement, i suppose. i turned still walking expecting nothing but to turn back straight again and keep on walking. but the other had turned too. she smiled. it was the slightest curve of the lips. a knowing curve. i, unable to help myself smiled – just a little – back. i had exchanged a look with a stranger. normally, such a look would be nothing but a look, a simple meeting of the eyes, a lifting of the lids, an empty gazing with no thought, and then you pass on by and this would have remained as such. it would have remained a simple nothing had she not smiled… had I not smiled back. but our look became an exchange. and for a mere second of a moment our look become everything, with every meaning possible. then we walked on by.

From Amy Lowell’s “Bath”

sunshine from ze water by nina.jb

Little spots of sunshine lie on the surface of the water and dance, dance, and their reflections wobble deliciously over the ceiling; a stir of my finger sets them whirring, reeling. I move a foot and the planes of light in the water jar. I lie back and laugh, and let the green-white water, the sun-flawed beryl water, flow over me. The day is almost too bright to bear, the green water covers me from the too bright day. I will lie here awhile and play with the water and the sun spots. The sky is blue and high. A crow flaps by the window, and there is a whiff of tulips and narcissus in the air.  – From Amy Lowell’s “Bath”

It is just what a spring bath should feel like. The sensations, the imagary, the smells…so perfectly captured – held and conveyed in words.

something

i want something that pulls my breath from me. extraordinary. something that makes me open my eyes blindly - narrowly - focused upon me. that send my souls packing. nothing deep. let the blood rush. let me feel with my beats. i want them to pound. pound. course through me. set aflame. something that burns. boils me to a point, such a point…

temptation would seem but a simmer to me and passion be singed for all eternity.

Tease

i cannot stand this teasing. if it must rain i wish it would pour.
my body fairly quivers with the anticipation of a storm.
lighting and thunder.