The Primal Beat

Restless heart in a lonely quest
Drawing starry lines on palms
Seeking wavelengths and frequencies

Travelogues and random way stations
Flitting thoughts and hopeful eyes
Sensual susurations of breath on neck
Of warm tendrils slithering into the aorta

Triumphant eyes twinkling in the darkness
Undercover reactions to primal instincts
A million years of calculated expertise
Tactics and desires and the lure of the call

Happy New Year 2009 To All!

“What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly.”