16 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

09/16 Zermatt, Switzerland

I was up before the sun and headed out to get an early start.  At the beginning of my trek I crossed paths with the boyfriend from the night before.  Apparently they didn’t make it back before curfew and ended up spending half the night locating another room.  To compound that inconvenience he explained that the room they found had a cement floor and had been just too cold to sleep comfortably.  (more…)

16 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 059 Emerging from her hiding place

Emerging from her hiding place, she seek from me a warm embrace,
honest approach that held no lies, seeking love but applies no ties,
standing naked in both our shame, removed away by passion’s flame
captured me in this morning tide, golden beauty of a new sunrise,
this need inside she could see, touched my heart and setting me free

16 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 060 Love took this blind eye

Love took this blind eye and thrilled it, emerged me in natures stream
played round my mind and filled it, with the songs of butterfly wings

Beauty entangled me into the moment, I found myself staring at her hair
lost in the sea of her sent, the fragrance of roses filled the air

Over her body with thoughts of caress, looking back into these penetrating eyes
while I just stood there speechless, as her white gown she unties

Our fingers danced between us, in search of a broken line
fallen in the trance that lust will provide, between the walls of her design

A palm tree in my desert and thy glance, like the stares above
after the death of the sun in its glory, a canopy of youthful love