Contact without attachment Expanded freedom limited space hips beats heels tempo step step smile quick quick slow one two turn feel the breeze move your hair spin spin spin again! sense passion at the touch (stranger’s hand) close your eyes detach your body mark the steps play…
Tag: rhythm
Road rhythm
Amelia travels the road again The air smells of music with a taste of sun Golden road rhythm and fresh sky for breakfast Amelia drives north seeking a mirror where to finally look at the naked reflection of her true eyes…
When space is silence…
I would like to share some contemporary poetry, along with thoughts and personal reflexions with you. I believe in organic projects, hence, this blog is destined to evolve with me and my audience — if any… When I write poetry, sometimes I feel that perfect punctuation is necessary. More often,…