the house we built

Our whispers have grown silent

still your eyes beg me to save you

from your cage of tedium,

kept secrets,   mundane tables

and dormant fireplace. 

you are caught in a stalled sundown

at the  border of  dark and light

and in my heart I know yours is tired.

Take this house

its rooms of lavender and ginseng.

I want you to have this fortress of desire

filled with dreams in vivid hues

where I no longer visit.  

 I am the arc of a cougars back

in search of something wild

that goes straight to my head.

 

 

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Big Cat Rescue  –  Cougar Mountain Lion

insomnia

House of Heart

When I can’t sleep I gaze out the window at a sliver of  moon casting a haze over the water and hear the soft waves rushing in and falling back. I wonder about the creatures of that vast sea,  do they dream?  Do they  sleep?  If they are separated from their kind do they grieve, do they weep?  Down the street I  see a  lit store,  the night shift behind the counter.  A man leaves with a brown paper bag , he  stands out front and drinks from the bottle. Is he like me, so afraid of that moment, that crossing into unconsciousness, or perhaps he is not like me at all but a monster who would harm the elderly store keeper or the young whore sleeping in the door way on across the way ?  I keep watch should I need to call out a warning.    Losing focus  my…

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Five Day Song challenge

Day five:  Bésame Mucho” (“Kiss me a lot”)  written in 1940 by Mexican songwriter Consuelo Velázquez  at the age of fifteen. According to Velázquez,  she had never been kissed at the time and believed kissing to be a sin. (Wikipedia)  This is my favorite version of this classic song.

 

Kiss Me a Lot

Kiss me, kiss me a lot
As if tonight were
the last time
Kiss me, kiss me a lot
For I fear having you
and then losing you
Kiss me, kiss me a lot
As if tonight were
the last time
Kiss me, kiss me a lot
For I fear having you
and then losing you
I want to have you very close
To see myself in your eyes
To see you beside me
Think that maybe tomorrow
I’ll already be far
Very far from you
Kiss me, kiss me a lot
As if tonight were
the last time
Kiss me, kiss me a lot
For I fear having you
and then losing you
I want to have you very close
To see myself in your eyes
To see you beside me
Think that maybe tomorrow
I’ll already be far
Very far from you
Kiss me, kiss me a lot
As if tonight were
the last time
Kiss me, kiss me a lot
For I fear having you
and then losing you

Indulging Conjecture

Along  the  sea

pink sand pulls away

from a glistening shore,

melting fondant in the

sticky heat.

Minute  ecosystems inhabit

tiny  grottoes in the  tide pools

of wet sand.

Some days I stroll the coast alone,

indulging realms of lovers

where there is no logic but

a crushing ache I hold to my breast,

a carapace between a heart and the

mountains where I left you.

Allow me to come undone,

melt beneath the  weight of tender

hands on eggshell,

my sigh a gentle quake upon your

unshaven cheek.

Let me   drown in the river of

your impossible eyes where there

is no threat of war…hard silence

or the burden of forgiveness.

 

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Five day song challenge

Thank you once again for including me Simon! https://sfarnell.wordpress.com)

HERE ARE THE RULES:
POST A SONG A DAY FOR FIVE CONSECUTIVE DAYS.
POST WHAT THE LYRICS MEAN TO YOU.  (OPTIONAL)
POST THE NAME OF THE SONG AND VIDEO.
NOMINATE 1 OR 2 BLOGGERS EACH DAY OF THE CHALLENGE

day four:  Elton John “The One”

Thank you R.

I ‘m passing this challenge on to everyone  who loves music…that’s everyone.

You Fly Straight into My Heart

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S. K. Nicholas

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In the subway by the train station, I pull you aside and grip your skinny wrists. You with those almond eyes- how could I ever resist. You with those lips that speak to me of obscenity- how could these hands do anything other than make you mine. Cold so cold we dart through traffic trying to find yet another secret place to call our own. It reminds me of those games of kiss chase played back in the innocent days of our childhood along with the taste of packets of Monster Munch bought from the tuck shop in our old junior school. Oh, those endless days when our hearts danced without fear of death only the fear of homework, what I would give to have them back. As the rain comes down and we shelter beneath a tree, we hold our arms above our heads and reach for the branches that hang…

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Five day Song Challenge

Thank you once again for including me Simon! https://sfarnell.wordpress.com)

HERE ARE THE RULES:
POST A SONG A DAY FOR FIVE CONSECUTIVE DAYS.
POST WHAT THE LYRICS MEAN TO YOU.  (OPTIONAL)
POST THE NAME OF THE SONG AND VIDEO.
NOMINATE 1 OR 2 BLOGGERS EACH DAY OF THE CHALLENGE

day three: Elton John

Syl, you’re on!

https://syl65.wordpress.com

Five day song challenge

Thank you again for including me Simon! https://sfarnell.wordpress.com)

HERE ARE THE RULES:
POST A SONG A DAY FOR FIVE CONSECUTIVE DAYS.
POST WHAT THE LYRICS MEAN TO YOU.  (OPTIONAL)
POST THE NAME OF THE SONG AND VIDEO.
NOMINATE 1 OR 2 BLOGGERS EACH DAY OF THE CHALLENGE

day two: Alicia Keys “Fallin”

Enjoy!

Audrey Dawn, red headed sister …you’re it!

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-Poetry by Gurkski-

What the night birds

sing when dreaming

I can translate to you

as if I were another San Francesco.

They sing so: open your heart

like the blossom of a Ditch Lily,

kissing the warm night

in the dark light.

Let the Pegasus of your most

daring fantasies fly high.

That’s what they sing

in this sweet night.

 

 

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