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Pieces Of A Dream (You and I)
The awakening...........
…....being aroused from the paralyzing, coma-like state
of an ever present nightmarish dream
Your hands reach across the galaxy and …........
…........you rescue me
in a moment when I feel
like I was going down
Your strength and your conviction
Your faith in me when I had no faith in me.....
….........the calmness and surety in your words
Your warm smile................you saved me.
We became pieces of such a beautiful dream,
you and I.
The sharing of things that
"no one in the world" other than you shall ever know.
A mutual admiration
with no particular expectation
of being no more or no less than we are
Simply us.................
…......old friends
secret lovers,
insatiable freaks
basking in the sunshine of your special love as
morning creeps in from the night.
At the dawning of the day,
I long to hold your beautiful silhouette
So damned tightly against mine
emerging from an intimate night.....
.....of love.
Surreal imagery
of this recurring fantasy
saves my mind.........
…...time after time.
….....I've closed my eyes and opened my lustful heart
my hands have fondled and caressed your tender breast.
The warmth of my breath against your neck
give cause for your gentle lips to part.
Tender are your hands as you take hold of my baton.
A call for “music” to begin.....
sensual yet so deeply spiritual
to fall upon her soul
like gentle drops of rain.
Gently and erotically,
pressing her thighs open......
...we crescendo to a rich fortissimo
Our finale, a gentle rubato
We rallentando to a perfect end.
To die inside the warmth
of her womb
I desire you so poetically....wanting to
exclaim to the world your name.....
......again, and again and again
“..... o my soul's joy!
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death....
….......if it were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear
My soul hath her content , so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.......”
Such a natural progression
A special bond we share together
Pieces of a beautiful dream, you and I
It's essence we shall share forever.....
Author's Note (Such an erotic inspiration found in a Shakespearean metaphor spoken by "Othello". I owe this to my "poetic love" ) : )
Published 7th Dec 2012
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7th Dec 2012 9:23pm
"...we crescendo to a rich fortissimo
Our finale, a gentle rubato
We rallentando to a perfect end.
To die inside the warmth
of her womb
I desire you so poetically....wanting to
exclaim to the world your name....."
Wow! If this is just 'Pieces Of A Dream'....I would be in heaven if I could see and feel the dream in it's entirety!
Beautiful............................Poetic love!Xoxo
Our finale, a gentle rubato
We rallentando to a perfect end.
To die inside the warmth
of her womb
I desire you so poetically....wanting to
exclaim to the world your name....."
Wow! If this is just 'Pieces Of A Dream'....I would be in heaven if I could see and feel the dream in it's entirety!
Beautiful............................Poetic love!Xoxo
7th Dec 2012 10:00pm
The uniqueness of the communication between artistic people is that emotions and feelings tend to always be more heightened, more surrealistic....and more authentic than our relations with others less inclined. Such is what I find in you and it's why I respect what you say so much.
Realness.........It is so refreshing. Thank you for reading and enjoying.
Realness.........It is so refreshing. Thank you for reading and enjoying.
7th Dec 2012 10:16pm
7th Dec 2012 11:20pm
I initially thought it was narrated by a woman in her "morning after" thoughts, and could almost imagine the woman in the picture saying this as she apparently comes round, drunk and naked, atop the piano. BTW a caption for the picture could be "WINE, WOMAN AND SONG".
Like the use of musical terms to hint at the pace and rhythm of passion that has gone on between the two.
Like the use of musical terms to hint at the pace and rhythm of passion that has gone on between the two.
8th Dec 2012 2:02am
Wow............"narrated by a woman in her "morning after" thoughts, and could almost imagine the woman in the picture saying this as she apparently comes round, drunk and naked, atop the piano......"
Maybe I need to change that pic LOL
Thanks for the read. :D
Maybe I need to change that pic LOL
Thanks for the read. :D
8th Dec 2012 1:58am
This so works in so many ways. The tie in to the title, the transcendence of just one place in time, the assurance that the coupling is so right. If Barry White was still alive I would love to hear him speak this one!
Go on and tell it bro!
Go on and tell it bro!
8th Dec 2012 2:03am
8th Dec 2012 2:34am
Laugh, I would never wish my problems with allergies that are messing up my hearing on anyone!
My big brother, who started on music on the trombone and has awesome voice (he had voice lessons in college), says he is going to try X Factor one more time, probably next year after the bball season is over.
My big brother, who started on music on the trombone and has awesome voice (he had voice lessons in college), says he is going to try X Factor one more time, probably next year after the bball season is over.
8th Dec 2012 4:43am
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8th Dec 2012 9:51am
Although you changed pic (I was about to suggest another jokey caption - "That was good - play it again Sam!") I do like it, resonating with the verses from Othello.
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