Wild Horses

In that still moment, as dusk fades into night
and the most fragile coursing of your breath denies even subtle awareness of the feral desires you keep as corralled mestengos - trampling dirt into soft dust.

Delicate

Crooked heart carved into glossy enamel (layers of paint and them, curing slow in a resin-alkyd coat)
Initials of desire, Could they really be his own
touching the scribble in a booth by the phone
Love made warm in ripe benches of well-worn wood
Delicately she wrote - what he had hoped and only now understood

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Another form of delicate - Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan (her voice is slight but simply lovely)

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