Thursday, December 27, 2012

The Shuttle

..back and forth, shuttling
between reality and imagination
my soft beating heart
floats in and out of the windows
and the swinging doors of this
mind-build architecture.

What a prize, the perfect
imagined moment, the vision,
the penultimate phrase.  Yet...
such sensuous ecstasy, the light
of a lover’s skin. Breathe,
breathe deeply now,
     no need to choose.

2 comments:

  1. I love "no need to choose"......and the breathing deeply. Beautiful!

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