30 November 2011
I am in Capri, dancing on a wave of my breath, simple engagement of thought, even if only in my dreams. Nakedly bare, shedding skin by the roadside. Feeling the heat of my animal rise to the occasion, on a cusp of newly chilled dawn air. How unfortunate for those of you still cursed under the slumber of night.
29 November 2011
Diverting a gaze down my legs, as pulse sounds out from bare skin, a light has been turned on beneath my folds, as feet tap out in therapeutic rhythm with the rain. My face partially concealed by a swaying curtain of darkness, in obsessive need to wipe a gleam of sweat.
28 November 2011
Silhouetted against the stillness of trees, in a moment of truth, I have been here all along, only mentally hitched elsewhere, to another time and place. The immutable fact that I am submerged beneath many layers, drifting in and out of delirium, enslaved in thought to a past lover, a forever dream.
27 November 2011
26 November 2011
Harboring in the shadows, gray hand of sky reaching, infusing a sense of grace as I witness the cold unfolding of another dawn. Inescapably theatrical, in precarious dance, sweat pulls emotions into a melting on the ground. Soaking up sunshine as if it is something salaciously lewd I cling to.
25 November 2011
Small puddles of sweat spread out from each sneaker, as they hug themselves against the cold of the pavement. My flesh now naked, my soul utterly defenseless, in an almost skeptical sideways glance of pretentious thought, dripping wet, a river surrenders to the contours of my body. Magnetic force pulls me toward an embrace with the chill of morning air.
24 November 2011
23 November 2011
Holding my breath, inhaling deeply, in an emphatic need to save myself. Lungs swell, and then deflate, in an abandoning need to let all fall away from inside of me. In sinful step, I have turned breathing into fine art, feeling the vibration of pulse in my chest, lapsing through my body in quiet waves of emotion.
22 November 2011
Blasting chatter from my mind, as my flesh tosses back a salty mist. In a darkened animated constellation patterns swirl around my feet as toes probe my sneakers wetness, limbs are loose; body is folding into an arrow of salacious pleasure.
21 November 2011
Flesh transforms into hot and woozy, seductively narcotic, on the shedding of first arrival body tears into morning air. Conjuring up vaguest outlines, every passing detail of my shadow on the pavement, tracing the edge of my lip with my tongue, catching a droplet of weeping from my pores.
20 November 2011
My body reacting impulsively to the beat of my heart, the strum of my sweat, the taste of my pores, redirecting the flow of my blood to a river of its own. Recognizing a movement of time when air crosses over my flesh in a cycle of mourning, then clear reconciliation.
19 November 2011
In a surreal and orphaned state of solitude, practically drunk on the euphoria, nostrils wide in anticipation of each inhale; breath falls open in operatic crash. Extending beyond the confines of my body, my pulse ignites vapors in the wind. Biting back in a forced torment, my pores now smolder.
18 November 2011
Outwardly humbling is the frost now layered on my legs. Sequined soldiers stand erect on all exposed flesh, as my internal heat collides with molecules of icicle air. Stopping mid-breath, I crack my flesh, and expose a bareness I am not yet prepared for. Running on the edge of raw.
17 November 2011
A guilty sense of pleasure remains motionless on my flesh, strengthening my conviction of the importance of my ritual runs. Left in peace, I am floating in concealment of my nudeness. Light flecks of chill enter my spine in a parade of crimson through my bloodstream. Skin sheds in resonating sound.
16 November 2011
Something in the early morning air attracts me in its seeming simplicity, as breath in hypnotic lecture tangles around my face, thick clouds threaten in the shadows. With embellished delight I swallow hard, igniting my tongue against the tender of my cheek. Pace unfurls ahead of the storm. Body dew drips soundlessly along the arc of pavement.
15 November 2011
Pausing for a moment between the trees, trying to decipher which message I want to extract. I, as an ignorant alien, ponder the graffiti left on the trunk of the tree. Sweat ever consuming my ribcage, as my scalp drips in pearl like succession of anecdote. My sneakers, hiding me, hiding my secret, as inseparable flesh tightens against my every bone. Indigenous of my lurid appeal under the heat of the morning sun, as a branch caresses my shoulder in advancement of a lover.
14 November 2011
Feeling my shadow loom over me, sweat wraps itself around my trunk, as I take one long breath, and then allow tattoos of perspiration to portrait the canvas of my flesh and bone. Calloused fingertips of softened wind lightly touch my back, whispers left in a forgotten corner of my shoulder now triggers of sensation in the deepest part of the hollows of my hips. In each passing of night, I run the course on a new dawn.
13 November 2011
In a mockery of crusted leaves, dried and crumpled thought and breath take spillage on the pavement. Columns of climatic interlude take rest upon my flesh, as heart skips a beat in dance of twisted torment. Silence of the hush deepens in vibratos sound.
12 November 2011
Tireless ache, as I hoist breath ineffectively against the wind. A shedding of extraneous out casting as meaning extends beyond the confines of my flesh. Flesh now hydrating at a heightened rate of absorption, weight of my body shifting beneath me, as sneakers move in a guided trance. The heat of my animal rises up to meet and swallow a gulp of chilled morning air. Validation in the taste of the cold chill, a hollow set of ghost hands pushing on my shoulder, playing out the melodrama of a lost forsaken lover...throwing kisses to the wind
11 November 2011
Gathering wits and an insurgence of power a viscous swirling leaf forges in the wind, as my sweat creates a stain on its leafy veins. Wind grows visibly angrier by the moment tearing at my flesh, arrows leaving meaning and mark across my cheek. A lump of stone appears in my sculptured hand, disdain for the weight of the wind's intrusive cajoling. Sunlight pushes over me, lying heavily on the floor next to my shadow. Wind scratches forcefully, breaking flesh, drawing blood, as a wakening inside rides the tide. Why do I choose right instead of left?
10 November 2011
Renderings of climatic interpretation as veins of my body leave imprint on a thick layering of humid air. Sidestepping the terrain, flecks of gold splatter across my flesh, leaves beneath crackle loudly in the silence. Running on the wave of my own electricity, a static cling proves adhesion as I stare out into the distance searching for my mirage. Flesh now itching against a blanket of air.
09 November 2011
Cultivating in my aloofness, no obligation to understand life, a bead of sweat reaches across my cheek, flowing naturally over my skin, nestling in the seashell of my breast. My internal voice now growing hoarse before it can begin dialogue again, my constant by which everything else is
measured. Warmth of my breath touches my lips, escaping into morning air as a ghost of my silhouette floats before me.
08 November 2011
Pandemonium breaks out along my brow, as the smell of sweet air from my lungs releases in concentric circles. A tree obscuring my view shatters my reflection under the arc of the sun. A graceful thin line of water dew spurts the exit of a syringe, exact and perfect, running trails down my breasts, carries over my ribcage, careening in the speed of light down the hapless map of my thighs. Looking at my sneakers, an exact spot of concentration, hypnotic release, arriving thought someplace entirely different...
07 November 2011
Similar routes but different destinations, as blood and breath race in a causal meeting, my veins in a marbled reflection on the cold of my flesh. The whole of my face turns up, adopting the pose of an angelic angel against a sea of gold. Superior tone of sweat takes hold of me, filling my whole body with a sensation so complete I fall into stillness.
06 November 2011
I feel a heated cold chill, as the sound of the leaves echo emptily into morning air. The unassailable ability of the air to press thought through my flesh, standing silent I smell the sweat on my clothes, in a sense of drama my mind begins to play out the part of an ill - fated lover, as thorns of sweat turn my flesh to gold. In utter abruptness, a squirrel scampers over my sneaker, knocking me fantasy.
05 November 2011
Feeling the impending injection of chill run down my spine, coolness inscribed across my forehead. Frost sits on my nose; dribbling whatever resources it conspires onto the pavement. Goose bumps line up as soldiers tapping on my flesh, a dance of antiquated persuasion as my flesh responds in a tortured twist of sensual desire. The coldness begging for a reaction to its unnerving beneath my folds, as my heart is sheltered in a wrap of blood thirst pageantry.
04 November 2011
Sipping on the sounds of my body, as my lungs swell with air, sweat lapsing through all of my body's cavities. Feeling my organs heating up, fleshy sense of my body recognized by an arc of cold air in my face, it’s fingers brushing up against my cheek.
03 November 2011
You'll find me at the river, thirsting on my pour, with curvature of breast peeking through. In heat of flesh, and cold of morning air, lasting effects of pearl droplets set on my lips. A brief flow of sound from which there lifts occasional grunts of my breath, as the dance of my flesh becomes most intriguing.
02 November 2011
Marinating in obscuration of thought I run through the mosaic of lost trees. Extracting a dart of purposeful taunting from my flesh, as a cold chill runs along my spine. A few stray droplets of moisture land in a hush on my lips, as a current of fire runs through my hips. Energy from my body rising and falling, softened impulses of electricity running down my thighs.
01 November 2011
Flesh cringing inwardly with utter mortification at its surrendering to the foliage now brushing up against it. Dependent on the audience of cold morning air, goose bumps in an eternal act of deference sprout trails along my arms. Every entry of my breath startling in precision as the warm vapor floats ahead of my lips; skin pulls even tighter around my face. An ocean of daylight cracks my facade and I begin to crumble, scattering dew drops on the pavement, as a bridle of untold sorrow wraps itself around my thigh. Flesh delivers on sensation of sensual notification.