Decor at Rosa Mexicana Restaurant. You cannot really see it in the pictures, these cover an entire wall of cascading water in precision. It is an homage to the La Quebrada Cliff Divers of Acapulco, Mexican, renowned for their diving skills.
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Cee’s Odd-Ball Photo Challenge 2015-Week 14
For lack of a ring
It’s a sin from our bodies
As much as our souls
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National Poetry Month – Day 5
If you had just
Taken one more breath
For you will always win it
As long as you’re in it
If you had just …
Take one more breath,
Inhaled just one more time
Showed so many others how,
What stopped you now?
If you had just …
Take one more breath,
Inhale one more time
Maybe that would have made the difference
Because “taken by her own hand”
I still cannot understand
If you had just …
Taken one more breath
Inhaled just one more time
Maybe that would have made the difference
Between choosing to live or end your existence
Just. One. More. Breath
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Still reeling
And thus the process starts and ends with me I wake with the warmth of the new spring sun And break through my covers damp and earthy The first stages of life newly begun
Through summer I grow and Bloom; recreating myself and My brethren once more in the Flight of birds and bees.
From autumn’s wings we land upon the ground
In winter’s cocoon I slumber once more
Then like the phoenix rise again in spring
And thus the process starts and ends with me
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National Poetry Month – Day 3
A ragged shiver down my spine
One I’ve not felt in oh so long
Like rain rolling down my jaw line
Been years since I last heard that song
It felt right as we played mahjong
A ragged shiver down my spine
Sweet record of love for lifelong
Those remote days when you were mine
Left no room for love to resign
The range of how we’re both headstrong
A ragged shiver down my spine
The reasons how it went all wrong
The radio plays the damn song
Rubs nerves where memories entwine
All of love’s joys and pains along
A ragged shiver down my spine
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Playing with the Quatern form again.
National Poetry Month – Day 2
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His eyes line with mine
And I devour their mysteries
As I hold his gaze
And play with his mind
As he eyes my prize
The mystery revealed
Behind the long stemmed promises
The curved mocha silk
Of my open thighs
My lips on his mind,
As our bare bodies intertwined
I know
He wants to intoxicate himself
Just from the scent
Of my womanliness
Up and down,
His eyes take in all of me
Down and up,
I measure the depth
Of his love…making…my heart flutter
The ground beneath me vanishes
And I sink deep
Into his mercurial ocean
Swim in his sapphire sea
Drown
In his eyes
And am resurrected
By his honey-coated lips
My desire drips
Moist off of fantasy
In my mind’s eye, I see his eminence
And all things that make him a man
In my arms he fades
he submits
Weak from his control, his slow motion
Body and thoughts worn
Watching him from afar
My eyes drawing him again
Into my lust
His smile melting the core of my femininity
His raw hands sculpting
The wonton I’m happily to become
And he advances towards me,
Eyes still lined with mine,
A sly smile playing across his lips
A smile that tells me
Everything I feel, he feels
Everything I want, he craves
Everything I am, he needs
And right now I am
Ravenous
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National Poetry Month – Day 1
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