Tempest

like torrents tracing landscape, lashes fall to face, lips twisting into question, brows like zephyr raised. linked by rampant vision, race our thoughts unnamed, a stillness settles over, before the feral rain. this howling at my window, a tempest left unchained, thunders at the threshold, so stealthily we gaze. before we lowered glances, at juncture ruminate, for even cloaked in caution, we covet gales untamed.

   

Ledges

enigmas, we sometimes soar across rooftops, cascading over urban cliffs, with fingertips at ledges, breathless against the wind, on open track waiting, like rose hues of the skies between the black and blue hovering, withstanding the thousand directions world throws us in, by hanging balanced on a beautiful cobweb of silky dreamscapes, touching the night with sixth senses again...

[Photo by Bellezza Caotica]

Cleopatra

night, you sometimes look to me like a bejeweled thief, a Cleopatra with mystic darkness draped, intricate ornaments of diamond, sapphire, emeralds adorned across your ebony hair, wide kajal laced eyes like skies dipped in charcoal paint, as you ride wild dreams in your lair, with starlight worn around ankles of feet bare, your heart racing in your throat in pulsating thoughts, like speeding desires caught at the throttle of a ruby red fiat abarth-- "Andiamo, andiamo," you smoldering call out, your decadence dripping into yearning mouths...