the heat of the sea

The heart of a woman is as deep and calm as the sea, you feel the picture, get naked, step away your fears, and then full in the magnificent remarkable feelings with the wet of what beneath is waiting there to see, 
And as far as you can get down as much as you drown deeper, you adorable those old stuff, whispering to your senses,.. To swim with the flow, nothing here to catch...  All forbidden to touch,
The heart of a woman took my breath away

dream in a dream

in the early morning fog, as if in a dream, seeing the morning glories opening, and everything looks so much like spring... and the early morning air brings your scent to me and somehow I know that the voice that I hear in the deep of my graves mind is real...
Yours.. Yours and sincere.
And at the end of your dress there is a light, as if you collect all dawn of life to fight... the innocence of dying
Yet.. Under the ground there is a spirit wounding in the valley of shadows...
To feel or not to feel... in this unmitigated meandering of our bodies... like a wildness in the longing in its readiness for a tenderness kill,
bone in or bone out.... flesh innocent in its fulfillment, in the different colors of our skin
gyrating in the warmth... of our time capsule, waiting...  waiting for an answer..!
to feel or not to feel, the innocence of our dying feelings.. In the early morning fog..  As if in a dream.

dance with me

A beautiful dance will be, if only we could dance together all around this world
A dance of beauty to make this world sing, where enlightenment not just another ring
A dance of love to spread it all over the poverty..where I want is forbidden and the need become forgiven..