biology
around the sihlouette we dance the night til dawn
without words eyes speak communing passion
desires hold on the arches of control
riddle that begins with a smile
so coy and obvious, rhythm of intention
never a spoken word
comedy that speaks truth in realization
to be the breath that passes through your kisses
or the luckiest limbic system and your emotions
without words eyes speak communing passion
desires hold on the arches of control
riddle that begins with a smile
so coy and obvious, rhythm of intention
never a spoken word
comedy that speaks truth in realization
to be the breath that passes through your kisses
or the luckiest limbic system and your emotions
posted by hawlmnyair at 1:41 PM
3 Comments:
Ahh my sweet, sweet goddess. Im glad youve seen the romanticism. For those who may not quite get it. the breath that passes through your lips, is forever to be kissed. The limbic system is part of the brain that controls emotions. As we should all know we cant make anyone feal something or anything, unless you were....
I like this. Most of your work is like a puzzle, I try to unravel it but never quite get to the centre of the meaning. Mystery remains.
I can't quite find the rhythm of the work, that is something I work on when revising my scribbles.
Not sure what the anoymous post is getting at.
One thing i think should be mentioned this far in is that most of the work here is "scribbles" as most blogs are. The poetry that was not written on blogger and posted directly then still
few have been changed from its original.
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