Spring: the music of open windows.
—Terri Guillemets
Spring: the music of open windows.
—Terri Guillemets
you & i are animal lust
spirit and human emotion
entangled in wild passion
you always touch my heart first
but still find every last place
breaths rise, sweat falls
mine, yours, who knows
bodies wise, minds numb
wills weak, feelings, reveal
speak easy, softly, love
at the tips of our tongues
whisper nothings, give everything
our lips link each other’s souls
with kisses blind, rough and kind
fierce fervor, fever, fire, hot desire
flesh burning, hungering, yearning
begging, seeking, pleasing, please
prey of your hands and at my knees
inhale, exhale, scents, intense
assent, consent, relent, unpent
sweet chords, rhythm, rhapsody
harmony, symphony, crescendo
—Terri Guillemets
Music echoes rhythms of the universe
Music is audible time
Music is past meets present
Our heartbeats are the drums of life
We dance to life, not music
—Terri Guillemets
Birdsong: a branch of music.
—Terri Guillemets