July 2009
11 posts
Dalliance with a Wave
You invite me through your usual summons composed of swirls, whirls, twirls: a calling that is undeniably you. But your sojourn will be quick: I know you would have to leave immediately. Your stay is determined by the wind’s movement. Gypsy-like you move to an intricate dance I can only feebly comprehend. At times I try to predict your arrival: listening, intently searching for the sound of...
Seeing Beauty
At times I am struck by the beauty that surrounds me. This evening I spent time with the sisters, who have just recently concluded another event. With celebratory cheers all around, I looked at each face around the table and was suddenly awestruck. I am not only talking about physical attractiveness, but something else. There is this aspect that each person has, a certain something which somewhat...
Embracing the infiniteness of change
There are just moments that seem perfect.
The conversation may have been silly and unusual for some, but for us three it was all about being true to one’s opinions. I mean, how can you be pretentious when you’re talking about the sex-changes of a shellfish (mollusks and oysters in particular), the witty remarks one makes pertaining to a sex dummy (such as how to introduce one to your...
Seeing Through
If eyes can betray I wonder what secrets you spy as you glimpse into them. I think that they are like the sun- brazing brightly in the summer sky, or stars twinkling my happiness. No, don’t betray me. I’m trying to build a floodgate of sorts to hide the desire brimming, threatening to spill. Or maybe make sunglasses, dark, gray, tinted. It can match my despair and dim the glare of your...
Incandescence
Amidst the monotony of another day surmising where my will- my drive disappeared to, I see a blaze among the sea of green: A fire tree lighting up my eyes. If gazed upon- you can see its blossoms: a mixture of red zeal and orange liveliness. Among the subdued colors of the coming storm, the fire tree withstands the dampness of dreariness and pain- or a Life without spirit. The contrast...
Rained Out
Each drop upon my skin reminds me of the time when your perspiration, like dew on your face over mine drips into my eyes, cheeks, nose as we came together as we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment. Now is only coolness the fluidity of the drops of precipitation that pours out A thousand tears- Tears that slipped from my eyes when I called out your name in ecstasy. A time when the nearness of...
A Maiden's Intrigue
I heard a story about you: Of how you would slay dragons or any kind of monstrosity for the sake of doing what is right for the sake of responsibility and duty. The grapevine is alive With different tales catching each facet of your achievements, and here I am straining to hear them all. There’s a new kind of spirit stalking my heart following, seeking, and now I am captured, engulfed by It....
Granting Wishes
I can hear you.
Awakened by the soft, whispery sounds- I can hear your movement like a hand carressing or stroking skin. Tentative, but done with the skill of someone who knows intimately a body long desired and touched.
I move around my limited surroundings, delighted by the sounds that are familiar, yet also pained that they are once more calling me out. Cold, metal walls are all around me,...
Seedless
“Seedless Watermelons for Sale!” reads the sign as I gaze from the car’s window. Rows and rows of bright and luscious reds and greens; not marred by the little brown spots that get caught between your teeth. The seller stares at us driving by, seemingly imploring us with her eyes to buy, to take part of the fruit. But somehow the thought of having no seeds is bothersome; I...
Luna
A needed aspect in a romantic night, a mirror of light borrowed from the sun’s power adored and cursed by women- a reference to a cycle of fertility. All these I perceive while She hides and peeks under different hues of grays and whites.
What does She think having to owe Her rays? Is She ambivalent to the different vows made by lovers under Her watch? Or does She feel lost among the...
Giving Light
An eye in the sky looking at its own reflection of light through the moon.
An image of Apollo comes to mind, a chariot of fire racing across the plains of cirrus and cumulous clouds.
The face of power is the sun’s portrait, and nothing can withstand its awe-striking gaze.
Yet life-giving and nourishing, flora and fauna face this glowing sphere. Worshippers of the ancient fixture in the...