Korakai

Dance is like playing a game of make-believe. And sometimes, I don't want to stop playing. Sometimes, it hurts to stop. And the funny thing is.... I'm never pretending all the way -- 'cause if I were, then it'd be the truth. And that'd be worse.

Take it all away. Let me know that you have me. I feel dizzy, drunk. I'm trying to hold on. The only thing that's clear right now is you. Put your arms around me, and never let go. Tell me you love me. Take it all away.

A dream.... Of nails across the skin, And teeth across a pulse... Trace, sink, scratch, Mark... And now I belong to You. A smirk plays on your features... You're proud of your work... And I am not complaining... The bright red will stay for a while... As will the tingle where traced upon, And the tenderness where tasted... Living Memories... Bliss.

Jazzy The room is packed. People pushed together, coupled off. Mostly beginners. They're learning a salsa beat. Hot Latin, but they don't have any idea about that yet. They're loud:  laughing nervously as they mess up, cheering as they get it. It's stuffy in that room -- thick with the sweat and heat of bodies moving to that Latin beat. I'm dancing with someone too; but he's not who I want. It's almost mechanical -- my Latin fire doesn't burn for my partner. My eyes flick to the stage. My fire burns for him. The group is finally quiet -- listening to the teachers -- And I hear it. A cool, jazzy trumpet:  notes flowing in throug

Where did it all come from? I never thought this would happen. I suppose I'm glad it did though. Nothing like brute honesty with oneself. He truly has that much power over me. And I gave it all freely. And I'd do it again. Over. And over. And over again. A thousand times, and it won't change. 'Cause you know... I do it every time I go. Every time I see him, I have to make that choice. Surrender. Give it up. Loose the power I work so hard for. Let him take it. Consume it. Grow stronger from me -- from what I give. Or... Fight. Keep it. Give him nothing. Hold onto the things I struggle for. Keep the fuel from the fire (

"Angel With The Black-Tipped Wings" Angel with the black-tipped wings. She looks over her shoulder and smiles as she bounces away. "Who is she?" "How does she do that?" As she moves out of sight, a glow rests along her path. When a storm approaches, When you feel you're drowning, She'll come. Fast on the rolls of thunder, swift on the bolts of lightning. Through the sheets of rain, you can see a hand reaching out. Suddenly you notice the rain is no longer crushing you with it's driving force. Look up:  soft feathers brush your face, black tips tracing the paths of your tears. Pure white shelters you, it feels warmer already. The

Just One (9-10-06) Just one look, and I forget to breathe. Just one touch, and I become a puppet. Just one step, and I will follow every command. Just one note, and a story will be born. Just one song, and an outpouring of emotions will come. Just one fade out, and a wave of sadness. Just one loss of heat, and a crushing loneliness descends. Just one echo of footsteps, and the floor is empty, the story finished. Just one downbeat, and it all begins anew. *** Just one dance,  and my smile can be brighter than the sun. Just one dance, and my soul can feel rent asunder. Just one dance, and I can experience so many emotions. Just o