December 2012

this is such a place of wanting

of lips that trace your spine

relentless desire pressed to the dark

as the veiled earth rises to her lover sky

you loved me, like a miracle

something like breath held

lost to the depth of me, your hands

like Mozart engulf

the flutter of leaves, your eyes

holding me like more than hands


the exercise of being taken

over to the core

tiny bells in wind the bay

at midnight your hands sure

my heart in your eyes


an epiphany of piano is too simple

to trace your outline

on my body your scent

sheets, towels, the daily

waking at the sound of your name

driven over the dunes


Author: synchronicityoftheheart

I am a writer, photographer, and swim instructor/coach. Yeah, I do a lot of stuff! I was lucky enough to grow up in both Puerto Rico and New York. I am obsessed with Santa Maria Magdalena de Pazzis Cemetery in Viejo San Juan. It is located below El Castillo de San Felipe del Morro. I have multiple degrees from Utica College, Syracuse University, Old Dominion University, and Washington Institute of Natural Medicine. I was able to study photography at the Munson Williams Proctor Art Institute in Utica, NY and study writing at the Women's Writers Center in Cazenovia, NY.

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