In this infinite moment of
You, me, we –
Heartbeat and breath of
wreathed intimacy;
Enfolded in the rapture of
Your will;
Hear echoed pleas to be
Closer, still.
Infinite Moment
Tag: Poetry
Walk
Walk. Walk with me;
Beneath red moonlight by an ebon-azure sea;
Where all and nothing is as it seems;
And reality resides only in these dreams.
Beneath red moonlight by an ebon-azure sea;
Where all and nothing is as it seems;
And reality resides only in these dreams.
(140 characters)
Sneak a Peek
As I work on the novel, Unlocked Diaries, I often find myself with a few leftovers – much like remnants a seamstress might have when working on a dress.
Rather than toss them away, I sometimes put them here to be used “as is.” Here’s a few scraps – a tweet and a poem – from the chapter called, “Watchers.”
Oh my, look at the time! He’ll be here soon – must get ready: strip, dim lights, part curtains. Check. Now wait for sounds by the window. (137 Characters)
Crunch of gravel underfoot, low guttural moans;
Staccato panting, rustling bush says I’m not alone.
Private show, just ‘tween us, sure to tantalize;
Sounds of pleasure fill my ears, and lust just for your eyes.
Point of View
Round and round she goes.Soaring highs and sinking lows.
Staying on the ride was all she could do
to see the world from another point of view.
(140 characters)
(Photo by Lisette)
Santa’s Girl
I wanna wiggle on Santa’s lap until I’ve found the north pole;
I wanna lick his candy cane or maybe swallow it whole.
I wanna check his list of naughty girls to ensure I’m there this year;
I wanna give Santa some not-so-nice thoughts when I whisper in his ear.
I wanna serve Santa my cookies – warmed with milk on the side;
I wanna be sure they are drenched and dripping when I hop his sleigh for a ride.
So, if you run into Santa, please let him know this Christmas Night;
I wanna be why he “Ho, ho, ho’s” and will work ’til I get it right.
~Moxie