Tuesday, August 3, 2010

New Season

I rise, and then I drop
Like dancing indicators on graphic equalizers
Waving in admiration of the marching notes
Then I rise again

Your intense breaths slice through my flesh
Like warm gold on the shivering horizons
Each blink unfolds a new slide grunting,
Panting and unyielding
My capricious desires trapped in your grace

So you dip, then you slide
Like the commanding hands of a conductor
Leading her orchestra in surprising symphony
Then you dip again

Your waist spins my world inside a cocoon
Protecting her pupa like an insect
The way your slick fingers tattoo my skin
And sculpt memories like Polaroid cameras
Generates yet again a brand new season


Rapadoo,