__________by Lady Seajaee
Entering you peruse my walls, check my ceilings, and locate my windows...
touching my interiors - painting them with the beauty of the creation of your mind's eye
caressing the windows of my soul.....adept and masterful...
with a protective layer that let's in the warmth of the sun and heats our spirits by day
overshadowed by the glow of the moon's silver-blue mist...
caught in the glint of a glance between a kiss
Onward you move, with your intimate design
leaving traces of you imbedded in my walls, and on my mahogany floors
reflected in my mirrors, expressed in my tones
flushed rose, morning _mocha, accompanied by magenta moans
the cool feel of ebony tile against my back
the cd repeating my favorite track, looped like my fingers around long locs
once again the designer enters through my dwelling door
possessing the key..... to come..... and go..... freely....
Design on the Mind - the work never stops
tantalizing.... each hint of creation invigorates the heart and
mood lighting begins to glow as if by some great sentiment no command is needed
illuminating complex strains, and stains, motion, and motionless
each in turn, each in time
bodies unwind in secret chambers
hidden from the casual vistor
for there are parties thrown in this great space
Intimate designs of grace greater than Guggenheim, greatest of all time...
lines drawn give voiceless instruction
an invitation to view
explicit exposure to intimate, intricate, fyne designs......
