Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
His silhouette slides into the moonlit room, I cannot see his face only a fleeting memory gone too soon of another time and place.
“The cost of flight is landing.”– Jim Harrison Love soars in on the wings of the fleet-footed god, making paupers of rich kings A petty thief, stealing as it sings, tugging at heart-strings with no thought of pain or peril.
“A violent windstorm the night before the solstice.”– Jim Harrison Here inside these walls where the winds can never howl entwined within your arms as the world outside tears asunder in majestic wonder of a monsoon rain.
“I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don’t know what.”- Jim Harrison Eyes enrapt a vision in lace clad flesh fueling fiery imagination of entwined limbs, supple skin the lightest touch sensual urgent stare.
Cobble a melody with echoes of stones and bones a raucous music malady of haunting pounding tones.
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