The thing about life is is that you have to take the journey. If you want to accomplish a goal, you have to run the race. Even when your shoelaces are undone, there's sweat falling off of you like fat, chubby raindrops, and your thirst is so ravenous, the only thing you want by the end of the race, at the end of it all, is a couple drops of water. Even with all that, you HAVE to run the race. At some point, you will find yourself saying 'ok, whatever happens, as long as I can cross the finish line and wet my tongue with a few drops of water, I'll be ok.' All you will want is some water. All you will want is some relief.

But you only drink water when you're thirsty so you have to be thirsty. You have to work really hard. You'll know that you worked really, really hard when the only thing you see is mirages of water everywhere and every time you reach for a droplet in your mind, it vanishes before you can taste it. That's when you know you worked hard. That's when you know that you're on a true journey and that your journey is the real thing. Otherwise, you don't know life yet.

Thirsty

for rain
for red
dirty Diamonds
liquid love

savage hands

playful power

sapphire fun

reckless bangles

greed on my tongue

mud between my legs

erratic ice

jagged limits
cosmic Sight

gold on Ceylon skins
touching in palaces
baths in ancient waters
Volcanoes at night

Ashes

Old loves gone by like 

flags lost in the wind,

fluttering away from my view,

leaving traces of memories in my eyes,

sorrow in my heart.

Rawed

No I will not curb my desire.
I am not a stone.

There are veins in my leaves.

If you struggle with loss,
go somewhere else.

There is only Desire here,
only urges.

Where is fury these days?

Why is there such caution?

The sexes of men wobble.


Where is life for a woman Rawed.

Flamenco

I relish my zealous Fandangos.
Buleria taunts me summer and eve.
Tangos tangle tacitly while
Solea ignites somberly.

Sevillana tricks with jolly mischief.
Guajira grins a graceful glide.
Alegria taunts a pretty escobilla but
Siguiriya sighs lamento, goodbye.

Siguiriyas

Duende.
Dolor.
Dilemma.

Doom.
Danger.
Defect.

Dungeons.
Darksome.
Dead.

Demise.
Downfall.
Deaths.


Awake.

Sensual Ellipses

Your lines
caress my curves with
sweetness
dipped in honey.

Ardor's bliss
quivers
in my heart.

Sultry sounds
of rapture
untie
a spiral
of desire.

I coil with tender need.

In the angle
of your arms,
love
unfurls
her sumptuous curl.

Ellipses
of rousing beauty
break free.

We break free.