Branches in angriest of torment encroach my path. No reason to stay, no reason to go further, flesh feeling so unfettered, flirting recklessly with death as sneakers glide and dance on the sheen of the pavement. Only a memory of darkness, as dawn sprouts the passage of the storm. Enveloped in the day-to-day rapture of flesh pressing through fabric, I head southerly, in the direction of my breasts. Running in distorts after the darkness of last night’s storm. Looking at the angriest torment of branches in their detachment from the normalcy of calm. Somewhere in some unsuspecting crevice of my bones the torment of the night does still matter, the defining moments when morning awaits, and once again, I learn how to breathe. Groping at the audible pitches of birds clinging to icy branches. A brief flow of sound from which releases an occasional drop of sweat. Forever hitched to an elsewhere, another time and place, each glide of my sneaker goes on forever, as flesh opens on the dawn.
30 October 2011
29 October 2011
My pace out steps the Lords of Winter, in a sultry seductive lure. I toss back at the wind, flutters thrown from my flesh, joining in a moment of perfection, momentary stillness, thus the water pours in torrents from my pores. So quickened is the eruption, it almost leaves me bleeding, breathless, and positively raw. Countable beads of sweat now scattered on my breasts, drifting into formless intentions. Prying secrets from my sneakers....
28 October 2011
Emphatic trees reach down their limbs in a lover's torment towards me. Creeping through the darkness at my peril, sweat drips, as a wall of paint licks my shoulder blade. Plum velvet of my circulatory fades to folds of beige on my flesh. In a dark unspoken urge I think a deer throws me a kiss, in majestic complacency, as the intimacy lends forebode of a past lover. Sneakers skim and float on a tide of pleasure.
27 October 2011
Feeling the top ridge of chilled air grab hold of the inside of my exposed thigh, the oil from my skin running like an ocean of light down my leg. Shadow covers day, as high clouds foretell of punishing rain. My arms and shoulders shake with a shudder, a moment of construction as muscles tighten and spread throughout my body.
Breath unzips from the center of my chest, as the pulsating of my heart presses outward from my innermost flesh. Sacrificing thought to adrenaline rushed stupor, as the intoxication of the drug creeps into my sneaker.
26 October 2011
Hypnotic sight of the ground disappearing beneath my feet, as the hurried sensation of the world’s humming enters the chamber of my heart. Hugging the air just a bit pretentiously as my flesh is conscripted into the flimsiest notion of a steamy shower, in romanticized illusion of my sweat. Lips dry, stubbornly passive in response to the outpouring of my pores in the chilled autumn air spilling out in waves down my cheek. Tendril of my own scent catches me off guard.
25 October 2011
Easily distracted by the view, as a fleet of clouds sail past me, leaves fall with an incorruptible tearful sense of gratitude and relief. My flesh locking away what has been done said and thought, under the quiver of morning’s light. Saturated in silk, floating in my river, string of body pearls wraps conceal of my nudeness.
A hint of taunting from the trees motivates my sneakers in the moment, leaving leaf tattoos imprinted on my flesh.
24 October 2011
Pulse begins to smolder dangerously close to erupting my pores with mislaid possessions. The content of which, runs down my careen in a dubious array of pearls circling my midsection. Sliding away into the comfort of my brushed flesh, a climactic surge muscles in a frisson of indignation, as I lie submerged beneath my layers. Cold dew from my body now drenching.
23 October 2011
The force of the torment, eases pressure on my breastbone, wiping my brow in acknowledgment of sporadic bursts spilling from my pores. Merging into bareness, autumn air now surfacing in a scintillating shiver across my shoulder blades, flesh under the cusp of last night’s blankets and the opening of dawn. A leaf from a near by barest of tree becomes my loincloth, securing secrecy of body parts.
22 October 2011
Amused by the masquerade of my flesh under the covering of a salty precipice, as droplets now shatter on the ground. Crisp air turns on the light beneath my flesh, with unswerving intent, melting me into a boneless vibration echoing off the pavement. A drip nestles in the gully between my breasts in a secret meeting with my nipples, downward passage of my throat thirsting to thoughts once slaved to rest, now exposed one every ligament of my calf, as sheer glistening sweat takes refuge.
21 October 2011
Autumn's cool crisp air bites on my flesh, advancing like a tempestuous lover sliding into my bed under the cover of dawn. Flesh now melting on the intrusion; I bite back in a tormented twist, as my run rides the river of my soul. A forcing of torment, as the warmth of my body now passes through layers of flesh just above the gentle curve of my hipbone.
20 October 2011
Letting air spill back over the rough twill of my shoulders, seduced by vengeful pleasure, drifting in and out of sweat induced delirium. An intriguing tautness in my breath, as my nipples seem perched on the edge of a cliff of cold air. Sneakers kissed by wind blown leaves.
19 October 2011
Lulled by the infatuate hum of the rain, my sweat hangs on my tongue, like drops of whiskey I feel their burn. Tumbling endlessly into rain soaked thought in drunken stupor, birds mimic a dance of disappointed lovers. Part of my breath parts my brain, falling through my body, coursing through my lungs like an unwanted intruder, spillage left on the pavement. As my feet unfold in exploratory rest, I crumble...
18 October 2011
Rising from the blackest hours of dawn, I step into the steamy shower of my sweat. In a gesture of polite refusal, I wipe away a body drip hanging closest to my lips. Much of my thought negotiated in purest silence. A leaf from a near bare tree topples onto a streetlamp in echo of silent vibration across my breast. Flirting with a bird, flesh liberated in unfamiliar heat, wandering down the back of my thigh, an intrusive sympathetic shudder of morning chill. Something loosens inside of me, as I catch my breath in a lingering send-off of my sneakers.
17 October 2011
Embers of my smoke escape my nostrils, as flesh unfolds in nude sensation, trees reaching down to me in panic in covering nakedness I am exposing. The opening of sky, my place of concentration, sweat runs along the inner of my thigh. Asking nothing of me, sneakers competently lead me. Colors fan out from the center of the sky, inclusive of the paint chips of a new day. Fantasies begin as the paint spills amber and gold across the sidewalk.
16 October 2011
Running dialogue with my sneakers, my body channels into different times and places. Sunrays aim straight toward me in an invasion of black swans on the coolest of my flesh. A hollow heard from my ribcage echoes out my spine, as a shiver travels in disguise under the prickling of goose bumps on my forearm. My pink tongue is lolling on beads of cold perspiration, as flesh becomes a paintbrush wet, glistening in the chill of October air.
15 October 2011
A subtle aura of my honeysuckle wafts in the wind. Drunk on my own adrenaline, drowning in air so cool and crisp that the prickling on my flesh is tantalizingly liberating. A swaying curtain of sunbeams pushes down, the pouring so fine, it is almost liquid as it falls on my shoulders. Breathing in the mingled scents of my sweat, body pressing hard against the air. The heat of my skin rising through thin fabric, in answer to the questioning glance of a deer in passing. Calm and lucid, a vast expanse of solitude entices...flesh of my sneakers
14 October 2011
In a single hurried tug, I willingly surrender to the rain. Direct side way beams of my breast peer out from the drenched skin of my shirt. Sweat works its way methodically downstream, anchoring in my navel. My tongue holding the vibration of breath against my inner cheek, the parade, the dance of my feet moving downhill. Flood gates of damp gray sky open onto my shoulders, length of my legs, running a river down my tailbone.Wet sensation colliding with the rain...
13 October 2011
Feeling myself falling on the temptation of sweat, air sliced to an almost translucent thinness falls crisp and brilliant on my lips. A leaf topples falling soundlessly onto my shoulder; its hush seems deeper than my own breathing. An illicit pleasure, smuggled into privation, soft pink clay of my body, soft to the touch. My body's toxins ease the lightening of the burden, as each droplet relieves the chaos left behind, a puddle spreads outward on the pavement..
Each leaf falling strums my breath, leaving an imprint on my flesh.
12 October 2011
A storm surges beneath my skin, as I inhale crushed red pepper allowing its heat to inflate my flesh. Chilean red pierces my pores; beneath the stone slate of morning sky my muscles twitch at the sound of my pulse thundering in my ears. Honey amber recognition of sun, for today, is forgotten, as dank unused places escort my sneakers. The rain, acts as my cloak, coverage of my nakedness, winding its way around my body in lovers temperance. Silk white gowns from clouds drape down to dress me in conservatory. The music of my breath is the only rhythm that plays in the background, as sweat drips down in dance across my breastbone.
11 October 2011
Nighttime affairs left in darkness of coal, as morning layers cool and crisp on my cheek. Angels push on my shoulders, tasting on my kiss, succumbing to vibrations in my throat, as breath out feels the aliveness of flesh. My hand travels down my careen, whisking body dew of unforeseen places. A blood thirst howl from deep inside my bloodstream echoes now, against the bark of hardened trees, thoughts of winter's forthcoming. Sin pools in deep ravens in my sneakers, persuading the path of my feet to head east, not west.
10 October 2011
Morning sprouts jelly and jam; currant, blackberry, apricot colored leaves imprint on my flesh. My demure, hidden behind a heavy fortified gate, as my bareness needs no justification. Skin flawless, as each step of my sneaker brings me closer to my rawness. My body submissive under the adhesive of sweat, as breasts and shoulders stand at attention.
09 October 2011
In darted motion, hedonistic affair between mornings air and last nights darkness. Antiquated inhibitions left curbside, as my sneakers release secrets my flesh had been hiding. Submerging, naked, in a deluge of salted sweat carved in an effortless mural on my back. Hypnotic effect of breath pulsates the copper walls of my bloodstream. Euphoria, in my sneakers, as a love affair entrances me in the seducing of my own body, rivers explode from my cavities, sweat dribbles in swallows of need down my legs.
08 October 2011
Unpretentious intrigue floats among the trees, stripping from covers, heat now on my flesh. Picking up pace, as my breath flashes a pickled spice across my shadow on the pavement. Seduced and refined, drinking on my own taste, heeding body's movements. My demure, hidden behind a heavy fortified gate, as my bareness needs no justification. Skin flawless, as each step of my sneaker brings me closer to my rawness. My body submissive under the adhesive of sweat, as breasts and shoulders stand at attention.
07 October 2011
The poetic blank ribbon of sky seduces both my breath and flesh. My feet infuse with timeless elegance, encouraging me to languish on my sweat. My composition, executed in brushstrokes of color, crimson rose circulates my veins in solicitude. Everybody needing to go to heaven, as I place my feet in running stride, I am already there. Sneakers, running dialogue with thought, as a rush of sensation erupts from quiet repose of my organs. My blood takes on the color of every rainbow I have ever seen; every sunset my eyes have taken rest upon, every arousal and flush burning need of my animal. I close my eyes behind the blindfold of the sun, letting myself sensually ride a wave to a Caribbean beach, half naked, pebbles and snow crabs beneath my feet. On my flesh, the border between the cool crisp air, and adult - only secrets pouring out from within. I linger....
06 October 2011
My self-portrait hangs amid the fresh chill of empty air. My body raucous and unpredictable in a theatrical melting of my canvas, I unconsciously mirror the posture of the deer. Crossing onto a field of silk, a touch of breath, culminating in the determination of flesh, blood, and sweat, relaxing of my spine, just enough to float. A jolt of energy purrs through me, in an orgasmic euphoria, as sneakers sidestep in a dance of morning ritual. Perfect symmetry of the moment, as I stay within the sound of my pumping heart, relentless tire, as my body’s honey coats the tiny hairs of my covered flesh,in appreciative eye of a passing stranger. Sneakers in sudden shyness...
05 October 2011
I stand at the edge of another tidal river, the quenching of my navel, as it becomes the teacup for the river of my sweat. Lingering for a moment, on this terra firma, folding my body into an arrow of hunger as I plunge downhill. A bird rises in the air, on a small quiver of my stolen breath. Shedding some part of self, as I brush up against a horizon unmarred by my own bareness.
Remembering who I really am, not runner, nor writer, but an animal reveling on the opening of the sun, the sway of the trees, a chord of my scarlet chilled flesh. Granite thoughts toss back my salty mist. My breasts, now holding the slightest of winter's chill, a reminder of what is to come.
04 October 2011
Columns of suppressed morning fog simmer within, in an almost audible breath, as sensation drives down my ribcage. I believe frozen raspberries float through my bloodstream, as a meringue of release emerges from my every pore. My body's moment of ultimate cohesion, as emphatic sweat begins to drain, trailing down the curvature of my tailbone, in a dance of tormented sexual persuasion.
The sky, as a silver charcoal, delivers a moment of elegant interlude, leaving tastings on my lips. Forbearance of my sneaker taps at the illusion.
03 October 2011
Feeling the heat of my body rise, as flesh presses through my navel, a backward entrance into a silent breathing. Enjoying the meandering trajectory of blood flow, as a band of happy nomads bubbles from my pores, skin refusing to absorb, in a moment of morning lust.
Climbing the hill, meeting the glass full force, breaking and entering, as liquid gold perfusion streams from broken shard of sky. Gazing out, impassive, sailing on a riptide of silence, patterned waves resolve into my profile. Flesh enticed by a raw ridge of cool crisp morning air.
02 October 2011
An adrenaline reserve pools from the foam of my breath, leaving jagged streams along my arm. Ornate points of my breast erect in a formal greeting with the sun gods. A sluggish river of pretension pours from my shoulders, as chilled air rearranges itself against the soft ravine of my spine. Dropping soundlessly onto the pavement, the hushed wake of my sneakers.
01 October 2011
My skin and bones wrap around me as a venomous snake I choose not to escape. Dampness lodges in my throat, as I fight back the onset of sudden sweat, around my hips, the stride opens up to a straddling of body arousal. In full camouflage of the foliage, I pretend to be someone else. The smell of the air feels complicated, as it fills my senses with an urgency toward pure abandonment. Like a wild animal against the opening of the autumn sun, I run on layers of silence spread throughout the woods. A cobweb imposes on my flesh...