9/30/11

   

    My sneakers mirroring the split of my own indecision, turn right, or sway left? Birds talk about me in the third person, as I confuse them as the resident bohemian/ intellectual today in the woods. My run becomes my illicit pleasure smuggled in under the opening of the sun. Mid autumn breeze arriving on my nose, setting a tear in motion at the corner of my eye. Crisp air fringing on the soldiers now piercing through my sports bra. My architectural columns today, one of total erection, as I stand parallel to the groping of the trees. Cold air on my flesh, hot sweat of my breath, both deliver a river of collision traveling around my navel.

9/29/11

     Suspenseful interlude of silence, my features delicate against the rain, as each drop sketches across my cheek. The rains integral parts of this morning, pelting force knocking my breath back down. The force on my flesh, exasperatingly sensual, as my flesh hums beneath its touch. Puddles beneath my feet, left with the afflicted vapor streams from my mouth. My breasts as sea sponges soak up the overhanging humidity, filtered down through the overlapping of trees, green cypress coats of color.

 

9/28/11

  

     Breath is held under a heavy rain, elaborately slicing through air as if it were a cucumber.  My sneakers defined by skin, bones and sweat. Colluding in a seductive sway with the trees, rising and falling with the cool air on my cheeks, adrenaline feeding in a frenzy throughout my flesh. My body submissive, stripped of antiquated inhibitions.

9/27/11

     Coaxing forth a gush of flame my sneakers are digested into a converted curtain of morning fog. In a poised arch my shoulders offer an expression of contained endurance to the falling leaves. Lace droplets cover my flesh in a honeycomb weave of perspiration.

9/26/11

     Emphatic trees reach me in morning's theatrical greeting. My tongue licks the paint from the ribbon of blue sky, as the color coats my breath. The sun, a lemon meringue confection sitting high above my shoulders, adding to the heated spillage of my body's honey running down the careen of my navel. My resolve crumbles just long enough to doubt my own perception, as I run through a spider web dangling in suspension. My face en-clothed in a white spiral diamond of veil as my breath announces itself under the tangled web of my flesh. Cupping palm against cheek, just long enough to catch the rolling bead of sweat from a torrid ride on the wave of my breast. Moving in and out of life like a season, a cord of connection between the web and my sneaker.  

9/25/11

  Running damp in the heavy dew of morning, mind-altering euphoria allures with every breath, perilous spirals of energy erupt from my flesh, as laces float on a downward stream of constricted air. Heaving a sigh of gratitude as the blood thirst orange sun peeks above the horizon. My bones now held together by a glue of humidity, sewn deeply into my core. Feathers of the birds become my wings of angels, as I am carried seductively, masking my silhouette in foliage. Out of desperation the forgotten lost leaves of summer crackle underfoot...silence now broken upon my sneaker

9/24/11

  

     Scarlet coats the mesh of my sneaker as the color of the friction of an impinging toe lets out the cry of its bleed. Running up through the woods, a meandering trail, the babbling of a small stream as it crosses over a cascade of rock. Silence broken only by the intrusion of my body's canvas dripping its watercolors on the raw edge of the cracked facade of black pavement. Creases of flesh collide the surreal with momentary truths of reality.

     Eyes lock in desperation with a deer, as my head tilts back becoming one continent with a string of vibrations, as my lungs become the source I am heeding. Lips hang on a fringe of air; eyes rest on the bright relentlessness of morning sunlight.

9/23/11

     Falling into the run, letting myself perilously wash away. Rain touches lightly at the back of my neck, chancing that it might find me aloft in a dream. Waiting until my breathing deepens, then grows quiet, tatting of my own flesh, a flavor of heightened anticipation. My thin substance weaves in and out beneath the trees. There is no one here to give me caution, my blood pulsating in ostentation. Feeling the mud on my shin, letting it imprint on my flesh, warm and demanding as its murkiness fills my senses. Stone lined garden spaces grace the space between my hipbones, as the tiniest veil of vines drips down my leg. Sweat drapes from my brow, precipitous drop of despair, feeling the strain in the deepest of places.

9/22/11

     My feet are poetry on the ground, as the fragrance of the rain hangs at the tip of my nostril. Cliff hanging, tormented beads of sweat cling on the outset of every one of my pores. Hurdling over a puddle, as my breasts keep pace with every step of my footing. Feeling the roundness of the beads escaping down the curvature of my body, my sneakers take up the drowning. My breath's vapor intrudes on the shroud of fog. Misty darkness hides any illusion, as my silhouette collides in downhill speed only to melt at the bottom, in a surrendering of breath. Sneakers take up the soaking from my flesh...

9/21/11

    Sun glinting on my shoulders, thin veil of cloud reaches down to poke at my undergrowth. Stained glass of the sky reaches the black and white marble of the pavement, backdrop for my sweat. Soft spot between my hips and navel releases on each step. Deer look on in awkwardness at my forbidden. The river of my blood coarsely pumping through each minuscule vein, sneakers delivering that all-inclusive potion sending endorphins of self derived opiate to my brain. Sprinkles of my salt languish on my tongue, as I lick the dew from my shoulder blade. Muffled silence of the trees slides along the edge of my jaw, framed in beads of perspiration. Walls of my lungs bend outward to contain my breath, settling to a steady sway from a quiet breeze blowing against my upper lip. My sneakers skip a beat..

9/20/11

Miniature performance of the raindrop now highlights my face, as a nudging from my lungs forces me to take in more air on a future expansion of exalting breath. Suddenly treetops begin to dance throwing just enough moisture to the tip of my now extended tongue. Bead of moisture now resting on my pink flesh as it travels the journey to my throat. Diving into my bloodstream, quenching my thirst, deer are undeterred standing sentinel beneath the tree, lungs expanding so fully that my walls can barely contain them. Flesh now coated in an anesthetic of salt. Sexual tensions of tumultuous shadows hang from the trees, as my vapors are launched in the darkness of an overhanging cloud burst. As my sneakers turn a hue of lavender, shades of gray coat my breath.

9/19/11

   
     Muscles tighten as tendons spring into action spreading a needed release just above my tailbone.
Finding my personal rhythm, not just the essence of my blood pumping to keep pace. A gushing between my hipbones, circular motion of heat driven down my torso, as I am drunk on my own nectar. Drinking a glass of salted water from my own body's tap, as a deep sense of sensuality explodes unflinchingly, exhaling stale air of restriction. Sneakers thump to the sound of the trickling as a deer invades my secret place. A blinding force spreads out like a kerosene - fed fire pooling in my cheeks continuing in a gully across my breasts.......in the heat of the moment my sneakers are on fire. Cool crisp morning air fans my flames.

9/18/11

     The boldness of the sun strips the water from my eyes. Standing on the fringe of crisp, cool morning air. The breeze settles into my spine, as I turn up from the river. What once was heat is now a cold dampness running the curvature of my body. Flesh adjusting to climatic shifts, as breath releases a misty trail I now follow. Caught in cyclical changing as subdued shades of green melt in a tapestry of yet unknown.

9/17/11

     Leaves fall, beckoning past my shadow on the pavement, as sounds of solace are strewn from the Cemetery.
 Gray slate sky torments each tombstone before the rise of the sun. Flesh penetrates this place, as
ill - conceived diamond beads of sweat pour from my soul. Here I am, once again, blowing candles in the wind for all who have come before me. Sneakers stand sentinel...

9/16/11

Nature left its window open today, allowing the cold of the air to trap my lungs. A cold, damp sweat pervades any lingering thought the summers heat was here to stay. The door to Fall now flung wide open, as my flesh takes notice of the intrusion.

9/15/11

Birds hear my confession, taking hold of the steel and feathers that make me.
In discreet smoldering, my sneakers squish their way over pavement, through the trail, under the wind swept trees, between the rain drops, treading mud all the way to my front door. A cool wet sensation of mud penetrates the flesh of my shin, as a wave of sweat takes care of my cleansing. The medicinal effects of the rain today .........

9/14/11

I thought I cared about the moon and stars. Thought I lived within my dreams. Thought the stillness of night brought the surrendering, turns out it brought the dawn. Letting go of my blanket, for the crisp of the morning air. My feet, now delivered to the pavement, as my flesh opens on the sun...

9/13/11

I look at the sun, as I watch my portrait paint across the sky. My sneakers still caught in an embrace with the pavement. A droplet of sticky honey perspiration cascades around the careen of my navel. Thoughts of pure nothingness, bask in the brilliance of my laces.

9/12/11

If nothing matters, why does everything seem to matter today? The birds, the trees, the way my sweat hangs in suspension on my arms? The clouds, the sun, the heat of my flesh?  The empty darkness of the pavement, the spiral staircase leading to the sky ? The pulse of my heart as it pounds through my chest? My sneakers, alone in the darkness......

9/11/11

...running through life's renderings on this red white and blue morning. Church Bells sound in the distance, a melancholy tune...

9/10/11

 I think I spy the sea, dip beyond the tree.
I think I see the moon, as it stares back at me.
 I think I feel my breath, as sweat I let it be

I think I feel my feet, as sneakers hit the ground.
          I think the world lays silent
 neither I, nor birds, break the sound.

I think my sneakers run free...

9/9/11

...the earlier I begin the day, the quieter the sound. Reverberations of my own renderings, caught in the patter, as sneakers hit the pavement. Trees lie still, sky asleep, mornings dew resting on an eyelash. Pulsating of my heart, my only sound; liquid pours down my back in beads of isolated seclusion....

9/8/11

..as the rain is my endless cloth of creativity. Washing down on me, washing through me, all things composed, written across miles of a beaten path. Flesh so wet, under a blanket of rain, birds look at me in condemnation. My toes now pinging on every squish of my sneaker...



**  Only small daily renderings of past and present Blog, to appear, as year long pages are transformed into an upcoming book !

9/7/11

....a river of puddles washes over my sneaker; as my own river of wetness, adds to the drowning. A fallen leaf floats away, on a single breath, columns of humidity trace the air. Outpouring from the Gods, tears from distant lost angels, now dampen my silhouette. Lost in the entrancement.

9/5/11

...poetry of my body in fluid motion, as my writing takes on verse across the sky. In contempt, a deer stands in my crossing. Eyes gazed, breath fixed.....

9/4/11

humidity rests as a blanket, on my shoulders, as my water spouts open their gates for the drowning. The drenching has began......

9/3/11

My head prorates forward, as if my brain needs to arrive before my legs. Daunting color spectrum of the horizon, something deeper drives the shifting of the air. Am I floating, or caught in an embrace ?

9/2/11

 Sweat beads, in a constant flow, as my feet are unnervingly self - sufficient in the undertaking.  Jigsawing up the terrain, rising out of the trees like a fortress. A burning that lifts only as I run again, feeling tiny pebbles on the pavement beneath my soles.

9/1/11

Finding breath through flesh and heat, sipping sweat like a cocktail. Beads of perspiration fashion on my upper arm. Feeling cement beneath my feet, pulse resting in the center of my chest. Slick with sweat, humming along. Using my arms as shovels to scoop through the air. My toe, mostly bare, as a damp blanket of body dew covers it's intrusion, into cool crisp early morning air. I've stepped out of myself, in a relationship with the hole in my sneaker....

8/31/11

Running hard, sweating wildly. My skin burning underneath like a soft pear cooked to a boil. A bird fly's up, breathing the sugar smell of my skin, thirsty for my salt.