[Soaring Feather]

In-between sleeping
I was there when mysteries
colored and stirred
soft tears over your image
my wanting you found
everything you love
remained blue

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[Darksheare]

sleep is the lull
between waking moments
where you drift
on rivers of thought
surreal images shifting
to half heard words
and things that once were
can be here again

[Trikebuilder]

Woman

The wind is soft tonight,
caressing her face as gentle as a lover’s hand,
and she sighs softer still and shivers,
as it molds her chemise like a second skin.

She dances to the music only she can hear,
and the melody is her heartbeat unchained,
running free across the plains of her passion,
and falling into tumbling emotions , rapids of the soul.

Her smile is warm and hints at the fires within,
and she is filled with needs that seek to escape,
to find a matching echo, and burn as fierce as a falling star,
in the heart of another where she may find her center.

Moving like a dream, she flows from moment to moment,
building her self for that moment at last of release,
the final surrender to her needs, and her goal this night,
seeking only the end to the fire and the coming of peace.

Her arms move to the music, seeking the one to enclose and embrace,
the one to set the stage and bring the final curtain down,
ending this almost savage need, this aching pleasure she must endure,
teasing her senses until they make her shake with expectations.

Universes collide and stars explode, leaving soul scars to heal slow,
burns she reaches for, and welcomes as she spirals into that dark center,
hearing only the waves of her heart and the whisper of her breath,
begging the moment to hold just a second more.