By the end of this dream life as we glide or stumble from path to journey road block or stepping stone not a macabre scheme in the moment unaware of the transformation the information the lack of overload double-fisted hands of fate stride in never tipping "its" intention knowing full well ignorance is not a …
Tag: dance
Your Lips To My Soul
...dance slowly seductive song of lost lovers sweet senses to all that vibrates interchangeable slipknot wraps a cord neatly around heart sings without accompaniment never skipping a beat one note repetitive glance takes me forward listening quietly for words whispered in the dark soft hushed tone pressed passionately from your lips to my soul... © …
Trilby Yates 