Tendrils of food laced with perfume,
Windows of noise
Echoes in closed eyes.
Lemons nestled in silver-bowl,
Full-bodied decadence
Embrace.
Slick-sticky pleasure
Blood-violet pool in mirrored transparency
Soft tumble of memory
Senses blurred, unspoken
Slurring.
Candlelight falling through mind,
Tall words amid pleasing heartbeat,
Veins pulsing under thick membrane
Through cigarette smoke
Stirring.
© 2010. Sarah Horne. All Rights Reserved.
Author: Story
Writer, occasional artist, hippie, Reiki healer and lover of nature.
I love the absurd, the strange, the beautiful, the sublime. I love what happens when humans allow themselves to be Real, when the light pours through the cracks. I'm a fan of Wabi-sabi, imagination, candlelight, stars, humour, magic.
I love to read stories that break down barriers, reminding us of the sheer magic of simply being alive. If I can ever touch anyone through my writing, I am deeply grateful to be able to do so, because to me, the act of writing alone isn't complete until it's been read.
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Spiral Paper Moon 
The last stanza for this is perfect, great work!
Thanks Geiger! 🙂