Standing tall

Standing tall

Can you agree blindly with laws and regulations
or balance crawls into the breath of heaven?
Imagine you can break the cold of the glass,
will you still go with “must do” and “have to avoid”?

Do you search for the line where the heart stays open
or the soul is immortally adjusted to canons?
And if you remain there for the rest of the night,
will you let in intimacy and ultraviolet lights?

Is there a map for the road from rules to freedom
or you endeavor friendship between passion and reason?
Do you invite them to the same table for a drink?
Aren’t they enemies, two opposite directions, north and south?

Does logic harm you inside or love heals the blues of the dawn?
If they enter the front door, will they sleep on the floor?
And if there is nothing left, but red peppers, wrapped in foil,
will you follow the routine, or will you learn the art of standing tall?

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"Art of standing tall" by Sonam Mandal

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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It’s so wrong to want you …

It’s so wrong to want you

I feel it in my bones,
I sense it in every cell of my skin.
It’s coming again like a tide
to overflow me with lust, with brutal passion.

The fast breathing, the non-stop thoughts about you,
the craving to see you, the weakness when I finally do,
the butterflies in my heart, the taste of adrenaline so sweet.
My mind gone blank, because you smiled at me,
the feeling of the world trembling when you whisper,
sometimes tender, sometimes fierce.

The flirting, the game of power, the chase,
the silent moments just before your kiss
that take me to delirium.
The questions “When?”, “How?”, “Where?”
your lips will mark me. The beast in you
insatiably savoring my sensitive skin,
leaving no part of me unloved,
untouched, unchanged.Victim of your love
and I feel so good to be a prisoner.

It’s so wrong to want you, it’s dangerous to let you in.
The daylight makes me hide, fight with reason,
but at night, when the world is asleep and
darkness covers the town with shady webs,
when there is no witnesses to my foolish desire,
I will surrender over and over again.

And if once upon a time
Eva ignored Adam and had the forbidden fruit,
now I will ignore all rules, I will taste the sin to have you,
to let you have me and leave nothing out,
but ash and dust of the passion between you and I.

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“Man at the window” by Youkha on deviantart.com

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 © 2010  Broken Sparkles

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