Wind

Hair dancing in tune with the leaves rustling

Warm and cool

Relaxing and inviting, carried away like a leaf in flight

Stillness then wham

Chaos ensues , rocking and creeping signs flapping 

Church bells in cadence singing their unsoothing prelude
The evening is upon us birds nestled in trying to stay protected from the wind

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Chancellor Street

On this tiny block  so many photographers do stop

 to immortalize it’s beauty to take pictures of the cuties

Everyday a new ooh and aah 

Every hour someone new strolls down memory lane

Reimagining an era gone by when carriages pulled by horses docked on these very block

All the silent treasures that lay in wait for the sun to light up the stoic figures forge from iron crafted by man from time do they withstand

Cobblestone path laid centuries ago next to asphalt an unworthy foe

Slate line sidewalks sure to make your heart stop especially in the winter better off with skates then boots or you slide and glide maybe even take a dive

Still so much beauty much better the starting at the …

Ghost

Lying in bed after along day being in my head

I’ve worked myself up aching for a fuck

Sexually charged up by music 

I should have been listening to something much more soothing

Audio play back is definitely a gift Rihanna cooing like a cat singing about hitting it from the back

Then and there out of thin air my body moves and shakes like someone is playing with my ache

There’s no one there yet I can not stop the pulsing

Spontaneous combustion 

Someone playing with me like a puppet strings directly linked to my pelvis 

Uncontrollable are my hands they being to dance 

Playing in the waters of the ocean splashing causing much commotion

Erotic are the images flashing in my inner vision

A face not unknown to me 

I ponder the power that this must take to send spirit to me

To reach so far, to long so hard, that through the ether I can feel your want, your need, your obsession, your need for my physical possession

Curve

Fetal the most understood
Helix  life’s most complex
Gravity everyone’s enemy
Spinal wave of balance
Woman the sexiest of curves
Hairpin turns, nightmare or biggest thrill
Corkscrew/Spiral girlish locks or a wine bottles favorite key
Orb the sun, the moon, the beautiful eyes looking back
Extreme like…

Times like these are when you push back

Arch, fight to straighten

Weight like global pressure

Shoulders rounded by the days task

Wanting to stand tall like a ships mast