Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

fingers roll like distant thunder beams
caressing the black shinny and worn
sounds of many hopes, voices
that are swept like lint into oblivion
sparkling, wet with perspiration
his upper lip moist
his forehead eagle like, and intense
focused on a finale
a creshendo
a sound
that rolls from his tips
like honey from a beehive
sunlight and sweetness halo around his beauty
the music gets deeper, stronger. and full of life
then calms, cools and releases and teases

i lay there naked
listening
with his designs swimming with in me
around me like water
i glaze
like melted sugar

the scent of the ocean is in the air
i swoon and swell with every flair
dare to love an artist
it will change your mind
from someone that likes security
to someone that is blind loving the rare, unusual,something diverse

touching, seeing, reeling in passion
blind to the risk, the loud admisson
that for this love
there is only desire
direction,connection and creation
unlocking my doors with little black keys

many lines in this I loved!

played like music
that rolling sound
little notes and beats

rolling off the soul
no control

unrestrained yet tender....I felt like i was in the room....aah yes the artist doesn't take a break
with intimacy, he/ she brings the music, the painting, the dance to the physical realm....

keep /em coming

LISYEN TO HAWAIIAN MUSIC

try not to sing with peanut butter in yoir mouth- kindly