Digital Twilight

[note] The final darkness falls like the petals from a wilted rose still lust red in the centre mottled and curled where the edges touch oblivion we reach out and touch remembering the silky velvet heart rush of emotion the sharp edge of the thorn framing our fingers the first fragrance rising from within like ...

Laughter falls like raindrops in my dreams light and airy mistlike memories we trod the boards and flung whitewash against the fence that separated our yard from yesterday or hummed and hawed at the bush  in the front yard laughing at the spindly arms shooting out you looked it up and poked the book under ...

Feel the electric, ions charged, swooping down, bending trees, whole, it roars, in my ears.  I stand, feet planted, and wait, for the tiger, to lick, my face, in the dark.  Hands touch, silent static, burning, unspoken heat, shadowed dark, in the light, that flashes.   Feel the electric, ozone passion, chest hairs on end, breathing ...

Dreams can be real silent thoughts perhaps long looks into sunsets quiet walks on misty morns  Dreams can play music smile songs deep within violin strings for some others hip-hop music  My thoughts were mere dreams and distance meant tomorrow when misty walks alone were filled with dreams  One dream my head it filled though ...

play it loud, crankit, let it speak out, higher, higher.  play it hard, vibrate, the mouse off my desk, faster, faster.  altecs hum, louder, rattle the blinds, one more time.  let it flow, inside, outside of you, and listen.  can you hear, voices, singing for you, boogaloo?  Want to dance, tap tap, feet under your ...