I Remembered Yesterday
by jsenn
A smile slipped softly across
my face several times today.
Each time, I remembered...
I remembered yesterday.
It rained all day long
and we watched the world
slowly vanish in a crystal
view of water washing
across the window pane.
I remembered making love
in sweet seclusion, silence
kissed by silken movements
our hands in rhythm to the
motion of the water.
I remembered thunder
rumbling in the distance
and our laughter filling
the room as passion
became exhilaration.
I remembered the first
time, that tender moment
encircled by your arms,
surprised by my emotions
which have become oh, so
satisfying.
--- and ---
I remembered words.
Yours. They mixed with
the raindrops, some
slow and soft, some
intense and pelting.
I felt them dance as
sea mist swirling
twilight across my
body, playful, elegant,
powerful,
and a smile slips softly
across my face.
Joy Senn
3/4/2002















Comments
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http://euphoria.idleplay.net
Come visit me.
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i am in love with the words.
your use of words.
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if you do not dance i will not be a part of your revolution
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O friend, understand: the body
is like the ocean,
rich with hidden treasures.
Open your innermost chamber and light its lamp.
-Mirabai
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and you say that I have erotic imagery!
all i can say is wow... and that this gives me hope for the future- to someday find satisfaction in the long term relationship.
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http://www.deviantart.com/deviation.php? id=210988
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sea mist swirling
twilight across my
body, playful, elegant,
powerful, "
Your words stay in my mind like memories of a summer twilight. God, this is so beautiful.
I always find rain, and storms in particular, so erotic, too.
This is one of my favorites of yours, Joy-woman.
-- Deej
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The great artists of the world are never Puritans, and seldom even ordinarily respectable.
H. L. Mencken
http://deejbard.deviantart.com/
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.:spunj13:.
editor, asylumpublications http://ionscribe.rmes.andrews.edu/~cmalo ney
tired of living with people who are tired of living
Makes me float just about the ground in a little bubble of dreaminess.
Thanks for sharing this.
What a lovely way to start my day.
I love it.
-orb
-- deej
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The great artists of the world are never Puritans, and seldom even ordinarily respectable.
H. L. Mencken
http://deejbard.deviantart.com/
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