The Comfort Of Passion
Drowning thru that mist of madness
feeling
the empty touch
the hollow man
oh how I miss the sensations
the skin
the heartbeat
dripping desire
I miss the comfort of passion
October 25, 2001
Tressa Lee Breen
Remembered Ecstasy
Remembered Ecstasy
Remembered ecstasy
haunts me
dreaming you in the nude
frolicking on my purple velvet plain
explosions
sensations
long forgotten
the salt of the earth
the salt of you
spices me
flavors me
changes the taste of me
and you
a foreign dish
served hot
lava parts my lips
madness marks my mouth
you nourish the starving beast inside
October 16, 2001
Tressa Lee Breen
Silverbow Created
Silverbow Created
Traveling along that silver bow
stretched out beyond sight and sound
marching straight
no turn
no fork
no rise in the road
wanting to veer off
snap the bow
drop the arrow
run to the right
run uphill
breaking sweat
dripping life
inhaling
breathing life
the “something different”
rough textures
startling tastes
erratic aromas
sonic sounds
To live the life
created
October 16, 2001
Tressa Lee Breen
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