“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”
~ Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince
Photography by Diana Mary Sharpton
on a warm spring day,
as she steps off a midnight train,
running with a two hour delay.
Oh yes, there were those…
and the customary fondle that beguiles.
Not to mention: Silly chatter in endless flare,
which immediately disappears into thin air.
One could see…
Emotions riding high yet slightly controlled,
He touches: fingers to skin, lips to kiss; as passion unfolds,
and then he steps to the street hailing a yellow cab,
as they drive off to the resort; a lavish seaside pad.
Then the sun sets, while ebbs roar...
As he corners her by the bathroom door,
a slow dance in seduction commences,
aroused and stiff, he presses; she winces,
it’s difficult to breathe, she keeps thinking.
As twilight begins to rule…
He holds arms firmly against the wall,
desire so heighten, it’s hard to forestall,
and they land on the bed,
committed to shared brutality of it all.
Diana Mary Sharpton © 2015 all rights reserved
My song tonight is featuring actress and singer Etta James and the song is At Last. I do love this deeply sentimental music and it's message. I picked it especially because it seems like an excellent compliment to my Poem listed above and titled "At Last".
I do want to thank everyone that continues to support me with love and understanding, it is greatly appreciated and never forgotten. This Blog is about whatever is on my mind good bad or indifferent. Today was difficult.
Keep it simple and keep it real… Again, thank you for your love and support… It is always appreciated.
PS: there may be grammatical errors and misspelled words... please let me know immediately...
Peace and Love Always, Diana
Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
Diana Mary Sharpton
Diana Mary Sharpton
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”