Friday, December 7, 2012

ᎠᏕᏲᎯ

Ꭷ ᎭᏛᏓᏍᏓ

whispers whisper in hissing sibilant syllables. A lilted tone, confusing, quiet cacophony too quiet to discern, to soft to know. An itching, breathlessness squirms inside seeking to understand. Her voice is hypnotic, unsettling and numbing, with caressing secrets that don't translate.

ᎠᏓᏪᎳᎩᏍᎦ

focused concentration snapped and popped, the dancing figure, swaying and twirling tears your mind from musing mutters, vision muting the elusive meanings you almost heard. You can't catch the eye, it flickers and flashes. A sharp connection twists into a glance away. Her face is luminescent. Drawn in you realize your too close and must turn away. Just to breath.

A spinning motion too swift to the eyes and throbbing, elusive to the thoughts and heart ᏧᎦᏒᏍᏗ ᎠᏥᏅᏍᏗ silently, subtly directs and commands, velvet wrapped steel. Ephemeral in nature but exponentially it consumes and drowns out all else, but just for a moment. Just a long heartbeat second.

ᎪᏛ ᏥᏳᎪᏛ

Comfort and warmth, in your chest, on your face and caressing your hands, her hands. The soothing scent of something close to the soul, slowly curling. It reaches out to you and you reach back with you heart, your spirit, she leads you, you lead them. One body, one mind, we, ᎢᎦᎵᎪᏒ