Liniment For Souls~

colors on his pillow

trace a profile in crème

lavender

emerald

restrained pastels

muted

rose petal whisper

in a press against his parchment

a breeze in the silk pressure of fingertips

stroke his brow

good morning smile

mullberry print in amorous flavors

around the rim of a coffee cup

the rising sun

a globe of beautiful fire

an impression at the horizon

where desert meets sky

cycle of flares

if you can survive the desert

you can survive anything

she says

he agrees

they watch the world

they feel the world

while feeding at the base of a miracle

where

there's a crescendo waiting to happen

and it's not necessarily a bad thing

she a muse

muses

what I think has happened

is that human beings have forgotten to be human beings

and aspire to be gods

the problem with that is

is that gods don't take very good care of their creations

 

phenomenon takes on an aspect

like a planetary orbit of a pupil around an iris

his iris

her orbit

 

and that's how it happens

sometimes

a moment becomes a gift

he says

you are a gift

she says

I believe you~

her palm opens

his palm covers

the link

feels like home

the mixture feels like nectar

a brocade

a beautiful brocade

they play cat’s cradle with streams of sunlight

with streams of conscious flow

intent

fingers entwine

creating new shapes

in a desert

a root takes hold

a flower opens

shifts eternity's hourglass

shapes begin to take form

a slow progression of images

the future opens on a pane of glass . . . .

 

 

 

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Reviews

[David W Moore III]

Gorgeous in an almost lazy morning flow. Your images are sometimes short and always insightful. And yet paint a picture so vividly. My personal favorite section is:
the section where she says the problem is that we've stopped trying to be human and aspire to be gods. Yes the gods don't have that great of a track record! I think more often now, we are becoming the modern day gods:computers. More people are stepping away from 'the earth', nature, animals, gaia, whatever you want to call being in touch with the world and our instincts, and turning to technology and a stream of 0's and 1's that aren't necessarily attached to living beings or something that will affect living beings. Maybe it's because I live in a decent sized metropolitan city, but the number of people that can stop and see the wonder in an exotic orchid ( much less a common daisy ) is dwindling rapidly. They marvel at 1080p and 3-d (pretty sure nature is in 3-d and even higher res). It is a sad situation as humanity is pulled farther away from its soul and is not even consious of the fact. Oh. I could go on for a while, but I think I am monopolizing your review space. As always great write b

[Dark Lady Phoenix]

Very nice. I can feel the emotions in this. I really like it!

[Marianne]

I adore the sweet embrace of man and woman, pure humanity, inside the garden of the desert, for....'if you can survive the desert
you can survive anything'............................
if only people wouldn't inspire to be gods to lord it over others, but plant gardens of love and hope, we would grow truly human, the desert would unite us !

You are a gift, Selene, and I believe you

[Maurice]

The senses are awakened by the imagery used here. Beautiful write.

[Brad]

is this a sister to your "desert bloom" po? it goes hand in hand with it i think...always, always, your po's feel like a warm cup of coffee, mixed just right to go down smooth, i drink your every word

[FireWoman]

I held my breath reading this hoping it would never end. A passionate flower, for a truly gifted woman, who IS a gift in so many ways~

[Dream Weaver]

My favorite line
"human beings have forgotten to be human beings
and aspire to be gods"

Exquisite....oui

[Jibey]

Your words are like liniment - soothing, caressing, soft and delicious... trailing down the senses and arousing with gentle, exquisite pleasure

[...]

. somewhere between ignorance and bliss ... is a conscious moment ... when one is aware of of one's ignorance and the bliss it brings ... what you weave with words is lovely weather ... and it's great to saunter in lovely weather ... and pause in fragments ... fragments of moments ... that ultimately define ... the complete picture ... you never cease to amaze ... :) ...

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

You enhance women, this is a breath taking energy flowing through the minds throat master piece

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

As always you paint with your words a picture which is magnificent..
her palm opens

his palm covers

the link

feels like home..
I loved those four lines.
brilliant..