"Love Poem for Charlie" Mon Sep-12-05 12:19 AM by delrica
(twice in ONE month? wow...)
love poem for charlie
eyes closed...i see you whisper "i love you" to a stranger and mean it smoothe bourbon cascades down the back of my insides guiding me with its fingertips til i sway with you
the vibrato beckons me to a slow crawling embrace and we slow dance my head perched against your shoulder your fingertips melt into my spine and we stand there gazing into the music
charlie we are timeless fermented love stinking up the night sky with our song flirting in smiles rocking side to side holding me like a lost child that you, charlie, are bringing back home
interlocking fingers your alto is superman and i walk with you in the heavens flying across cities, it is winter and we are warm butterfly kisses migrating south
i inhale reach out for you, charlie and you take my hand leading me around the ballroom floor in billows of smoky music softly caressing my cheek you take me there charlie you walk with me and we dance like grandparents celebrating silver renewing their vows while everyone stands in wonder and joy
and we dance yardbird i become a dirvish close my eyes fall into you
1. ":::WoW::: Is Right!!!" In response to Reply # 0
To what do we owe the pleasure of TWO in ONE month? -- *chuckles* --
Don't take this the wrong way -- (((PLEASE))) -- But when you come down off your pedestal and mingle with us on the board -- Rollin' ^UP^ your sleeves and sharing thoughts, ideas, and emotions -- You seem more like a MODERATOR (whoze one of "us") -- Rather than just a *mythical goddess* who only throws out lightning bolts when threads need to be locked or ARCHIVED.
I appreciate your participation -- And your sharing -- *Really I Do* --
And this flow is mos' def' yummy & heavenly -- *Forreal Tho*
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
18. "RE: :::WoW::: Is Right!!!" In response to Reply # 1
"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..." ASIEM "Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran (Be and it is) " A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder
9. "RE: Love Poem for Charlie" In response to Reply # 0
This is beautiful. This is purple.
I read it, then closed my eyes... and I could visualize that moment in all of it's smokey, purple colors.
I think I see purple because, on one hand, there's a melancholy vibe to it... not in a sad, depressing sense, but in a sense of pensive reflection or contemplation on the passing moments in the arms of Charlie. So there's blue for melancholy...
And there's red because the emotions described here are sultry!
So I see the blue through the red filter and get purple.
11. "RE: Love Poem for Charlie" In response to Reply # 0
This was a seamless flow of thoughtful feeling. I very much enjoyed your language...it almost felt like a movie...the way you painted this picture. And it was very good. Loved this piece. Thumbs North. ~one~
"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought
>eyes closed...i see you whisper >"i love you" to a stranger >and mean it >smoothe bourbon cascades down the back of my insides >guiding me with its fingertips >til i sway with you > >the vibrato beckons me >to a slow crawling embrace >and we slow dance >my head perched against your shoulder >your fingertips melt into my spine >and we stand there gazing into the music > >charlie >we are timeless >fermented love >stinking up the night sky with our song >flirting in smiles >rocking side to side >holding me like a lost child >that you, charlie, are bringing back home > >interlocking fingers >your alto is superman >and i walk with you in the heavens >flying across cities, >it is winter and we are warm >butterfly kisses migrating south > >i inhale >reach out for you, charlie >and you take my hand >leading me around the ballroom floor >in billows of smoky music >softly caressing my cheek >you take me there charlie >you walk with me >and we dance >like grandparents celebrating silver >renewing their vows >while everyone stands in wonder and joy > >and we dance yardbird >i become a dirvish >close my eyes >fall into you > >and surrender
The cry I bring down from the hills __________belongs to a girl still burning __________inside my head. At daybreak
____________________she burns like a piece of paper. - YK