A Romantic Era

     There exists several periods in my work where women, romance and passion surfaces as a recurring theme.  My heart was weaned on the Romantics, both in verse and art.  The emotions existing in this form are as no other and the experience in life of them are as no other.  Undoubtedly, I will post much from these periods and the work ranges from the classical in all love's orchestral and lyrical divinations to the modern blunt shock of sexual truisms.
 
     Once established, I began to delve into the experimental form and meters of the experiential use of wording, line and sound placements.  Some of my more abstract usages of form helped bring attention to my work which led to some early success.  There is a range from the simplistic to the arguably dense to the inviolate and some speak, some sing, some ice and some reveal.  Ultimately, it was my goal to give the reader a sense of experience in the work with a built-in soundtrack the mind hears with a flow the eye sees. 

The following is an early attempt:

I FELL INTO THE SKY

She was dancing...

 hands rolling over

  turning and sliding

    gracefully dodging the air

      in careen and about

        bent poised back

          with her smooth neck straight

            her legs tilted

              swaying round and round

                of report to her spirit
                  swirling and pivoting
                    transparent veils wafting in

                     arcing free delight

                        choir lips singing

                          and her eyes wet glistening

                            in the dewy air staring

                              at me so far into me

                               as if to see if I'm drowning

                                she gazes while moving

                                swirls fingertip touches with

                                hands upward twirling

                                in air caress traces

                                a hip's slowing sway

                                fair gracefully motive

                                quiet padding feet

                                swishing nearer

                               leaping flying

                              landing at my feet rising

                            circling close I feel breathing

                          hear hair's rhythmic whispers

                        know passion splashed eyes

                      taste brine sweat of her body

                    wonder in this time

                   hope dream in this time

                 her placed kisses falling

               down a hot cheek trickling

             like sand pulling down through

           and tumbling into

         the hourglass' curved center

       as breasts dance light on my body

     she sifts chaffe from my knowledge

   beauty rises

 sand falls

like a man in his seduction.