Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Obsessions

Passions are something I have a few of. When asked to write upon them it was interesting what came up and out of my pen.

The word obsession seems to call to me a link with desires and, as a treacherous Scorpio, desire is one treasure that both torments and identifies me to some extent... I strive to defeat my desire while I also embrace it lovingly as part of being alive.
Obsidian. Photo sourced from http://volcano.oregonstate.edu/education/facts/obsidian.html

Obsessions,
like a shiny stone.
Obsidian,
Black with desire.
Cool as wanting.
I want,
Like fingertips want,
To slide across the stone.
Leaving their trail of
Sweat.

XXX




A Book Obsession

Agatha Christie has her own
Shelf.
But I keep this to myself...
As she is 'olde worlde' ish,
And furthermore
(so I have been told)
Boring.
For some reason though,
At my house,
Agatha Christie has
Her own shelf.

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