Global Warming…
Yip… been a long time…
It is sad, I know, but I honestly have nothing deep or meaningful to contribute at the moment – I have been too busy to think or rather, my present excuse, I spend 10 solid hours a day designing and escapism doesn’t include deep thought. It mostly consists of passing out on the couch.
So… Just a poem. Written some time back. A Woman. An Obsession. Sex. Dune perfume. Parenthesis.
These are a few of my favourite things.
GLOBAL WARMING
I stood below a giant globe,
And in it saw a dream…
A chance to release the inner me,
A chance to let the real me free.
I stood below a giant globe,
And heard the gentle voices…
Of a lover filled with my gentleness,
Of a woman filled with my princeness.
I stood below a giant globe,
Reached up and touched with fingers…
The curve of an eyebrow, a cheek, a lobe,
The curve of a breast, a waist, a word.
I stood below a giant globe,
And from it came the scent…
Of Dune over the scent of soap,
Of Dune over the scent of hope.
I stood below a giant globe,
And licked the scented taste…
Of honeyed tongue, of honeyed lips,
Of salted tears, of bitter words.
I stand below a shattered globe,
And dream its shards in place
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