Saturday, February 11, 2012

Purple Nighttime 8/1/2011







I must have unfocused my eyes.
Because when I pressed your arm
With my fingers, and pulled a bit,
I was pulled much farther.

My fingers on your arm became eyes
And I could see the place I was pressing.
Sweet, golden flesh and dark, curly hair
And I fell into a calm, purple nighttime
With soft light and honey scent.
It felt smooth, fragrant, and wonderfully alive.

It lasted only a moment
Then my eyes refocused in the sunshine
I nodded and turned away from you
But the scene I saw still haunts me
Though time has passed since I saw you.

This is why my body desires you.
Some would say my desire is wrong
Because you belong to someone else.
But nothing in life feels better
To me than organic inspiration.

Love isn’t bound by society’s rules.
Love is blind about all things
Except Love.





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