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yourannaleephd:

© anna lee /2014 

 walking with the sea 
 the water does my dreaming   
 ended in your arms…

yourannaleephd:

© anna lee /2014 

walking with the sea
the water does my dreaming
ended in your arms…

yourannaleephd:

yourannaleephd:

©anna lee /2014 


                                your cells and my atoms   




      roaring, you tilt, and entered 
        strolled in the garden 
                of lily and jasmine  
                          thereon, i was burnt  


                               your cells and my atoms 
                     float together, for we are lovers  
             who from affection 


                      pulsing or steady 
                             made sweeter by the touch 
                                  and then feel, satisfied… and then 
                                             smell…..oh the simulated bone 

   
                                                    smell again, from 
                                        the blanket in the sand  
                            of the same cells with my atoms 


                                     being together, where 
                                                tongue became extricated  


                                                     i seized your warmth 
                                            strongly with my teeth 
                                     like one thirsting for 
                                                the unthinkable 


                                                        imagined me then 
                                             the way he imagined



——————————-

 vita activa 






 time’s flight eventually arrives. 
it unfolds its yarn. 
 it reveals its grave countenance.
 it is gravity. 
 time is gravity. 
the heart the arrow pierced has lent its heft, 
 and caused the flight of time to pause.   


     


    
 from this pause 
the rotund glimmer breaks. 
 light’s flight pauses
 in the glimmer, oscillating 
 really more than shining.
 it moves back and forth so quickly 
 that the heat of love erupts.   






 from the glimmer and the love,
 come the larger arcs, 
 closer to home: 
come the cycles round 
and round that enter us. 
 from the cycles, come the infusions.   






 do not let our straighter 
sight deceive. we are infused 
 round and round, 
the cycles, the glimmer, the pause.   




      

 the racing glimmer,
 oscillating back and forth
 is unendurable. 
 when your bones ache
 you are infused. it is all seasons, 
 it is spring. it is all circulating now 
 heady, fragrant, unfair, delicious. 




 time flew through 
the calendar and erupted into april.   





      
 and if it can so must 
we for we are it. 
 it is april, 
you, light 
lithesome,
 gliding.   




   

    © anna lee /2014

yourannaleephd:

yourannaleephd:

©anna lee /2014 


your cells and my atoms


roaring, you tilt, and entered
strolled in the garden
of lily and jasmine
thereon, i was burnt


your cells and my atoms
float together, for we are lovers
who from affection


pulsing or steady
made sweeter by the touch
and then feel, satisfied… and then
smell…..oh the simulated bone


smell again, from
the blanket in the sand
of the same cells with my atoms


being together, where
tongue became extricated


i seized your warmth
strongly with my teeth
like one thirsting for
the unthinkable


imagined me then
the way he imagined

——————————- vita activa
time’s flight eventually arrives. it unfolds its yarn. it reveals its grave countenance. it is gravity. time is gravity. the heart the arrow pierced has lent its heft, and caused the flight of time to pause. from this pause the rotund glimmer breaks. light’s flight pauses in the glimmer, oscillating really more than shining. it moves back and forth so quickly that the heat of love erupts.
from the glimmer and the love, come the larger arcs, closer to home: come the cycles round and round that enter us. from the cycles, come the infusions. do not let our straighter sight deceive. we are infused round and round, the cycles, the glimmer, the pause.
the racing glimmer, oscillating back and forth is unendurable. when your bones ache you are infused. it is all seasons, it is spring. it is all circulating now heady, fragrant, unfair, delicious. time flew through the calendar and erupted into april.
and if it can so must we for we are it. it is april, you, light lithesome, gliding. © anna lee /2014

chaseitwithlime:

Me too!!

chaseitwithlime:

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