Monday, October 26, 2009

No One

Her lips wrapped around me like deep organ music
Low & vibrating
Dark & expansive
Covered and concealed by the darkness of her love
Each note a tremor in my body
Every hold an embrace
Every embrace an eternity
My heart was violet with love
Tickled and trapped in my own giggles
Softened and startled by her hands
My words were wonderment
My thumbs could only draw question marks on her body
Her eyes
Ending all my sentences with points of exclamation
Leaving me on the edge of ecstasy
She was a deep dark darling of desire
And me
Need I even tell you I was hers

-RTB
History is full of examples of people who didn't discover their real creative abilities until they discovered the media in which they thought best. - Sir Ken Robinson