a stalker's musings
Friday, April 13, 2007
I’ve grown fond of staring at you with your head turned away
You are nature
Your hair, black as the unlit sky
Strands moving sideways, slowly, like clouds that mix with the dark palette
Your neck, like waterfalls that drop towards a plane of virgin exotica
My lips being invited, like feeble strangers, to flow with the gentle streams
Tempted to indulge in a passionate union between flesh and sea
You are nature
Your back, contoured like mountain landscapes
Framing what could possibly be a living definition of life and beauty
Both visually aesthetic, and intensively seductive
It manages to satisfy one’s hunger for such exquisite artistry
But also makes the artiste crave for more
(Hence, the perfect muse.)
Lines emanating from one point to the other
My fingers being tempted to traverse such paths
Supple like the untilled lands of royalty
A journey that, once taken, could most possibly never end
You are nature
You are everything around me and more
You are my everything,
But only when I stare at you,
With your head turned away
Can't get funnier than that.
smiled at the sun again @ 10:16 PM,
