Feet are poised
an onlooker smiles
such a posture
a listener observes
when while the dancer
awaits his partner.
In the quiet
there is music
listener may choose
to walk toward
eyes that plead
to see her move.
Such is the grandeur
the physicality
speaks to a passion
knows only one move
the music within
bodies erupt.
He would twirl
her hands in his own
each feels a center
in hips entwined
such surreal chaos
in letting go.
To know sweet score
might plead – more.
© elegantmusings 2019
A quiet sojourn
A waning failure, a yearn
Pain forever ‘burn’
Only in the accentuate nature of time
does our desire wander
beyond the moment
inside a quiet solitude
filled with untapped emotions
the imagination in design.
Keep busy, occupy the word
so it filters through the air
like a serenade
lost in the luxury of time,
our lives
measured in the distance.
The matter of a busy mind
holds no real peace of mind.
In the wonder of a lost soul
would we understand
if while the world
continues in silent
bliss
might lives intersect
as a cloudless morning
would suggest wonder
the wonder is in her eyes
they would a sea of curiosity
cause man to wind their sorrows
around a filament of serenity blind,
the taut nature of desire
wrapped inside sensuality
belonging to his own mentality
that persecution we would find
is certainly designed
to allow lives bound by opportunity
to suddenly lose balance
inside the unraveling nature
of a human condition
lost within the
fascination of a
soul-searching
finale.
A broken silence
Responsible eyes attest
Hold his recompense
I am everywhere
all the time
trying, clawing, praying
somehow to find
a reveal,
a reason
a recall just why,
when, how, for what matter
what matters anyhow,
how may I create a dialogue
what is a conversation,
what happens when we stop
we realize,
there was this,
a time,
when all of our worlds
mattered.
Have,
I wonder,
have, maybe …
could she even realize
my every waking hour
still responds to
only
her.
Amazed … eternally, so inspired.
We exist in parallels
lives criss-cross
eyes interact
though progress
sometimes stifled
an onlooker
miss the moment
sullen sockets
damp rain gauge
the reality of time
less offensive
least observed.
Walk right by
a sunny day
the view
rampant normalcy
though the truth
the cry is why
we cannot believe
this story
meets an end
rather the pages
refuse to turn.
Next time
a certain light
cast a shadow
beyond his
enigma
look closer
look inside
the frailty of
composure
a tremulous pattern
of quiet memory
thought forgotten
always here.
A touch,
soft trace upon her skin,
I remember when,
a sweet sensation
eyes inside eyes
while we felt a rise
in a silent melody.
Oh if might
my fingertips
feel the fresh layers of love
when your heart will sense
my own wanting to find
a path
triangles would
cover every aspect of your beauty
soft skin
response
a summer day,
sensuality can only breathe
inside one another’s
private yearn.
Yes
in a smile
wait
there was this
heavy rain storm silent
while the other
we could
remember that
wait
raindrops do lay a pattern
we smiled together
hidden from view
was
wait
every time a star falls
we can
though if I could
wait
no
‘I can’t go back’
yet tonight
I can feel you
doesn’t mean
yesterday
only this moment
today is
now
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