Lily Mae  

1972 -   
When I love someone, I love them from a sacred place inside me. Not visible to all, shared with few. It's those divine moments that make us who we are. Forming us for the next hour, day, week. I have loved reading your work, your hearts and souls. I feel as though we have journeyed together. A journey I could never forget.
In every step I take, I will always carry a piece of you...a piece of us...in my heart and soul....xo

Namaste'

‎"Change knelt down beside me in the wilderness, and in the gentlest voice I’ve ever heard, she said "I love being the reason for all of your beginnings". Then she kissed the tears from my eyes, stood up, and reached for my hand."


© January 2011 Lily Mae

Poems

May 13

It's as simple as one touch
one nail scrapping across your sculptured body
feeling them tense under my demand  
quickens the beat of my heart as
places of my mystery moisten with needs
only you can fulfill
  
A dance has begun and your frame is where
my feet have landed
a deep rhythm pounds at the core of your neck
as I nestle in and hold you tight
digging in for the sway of my hips as they  
speak words to you in ancient tongues
as they move against you...aiming to empty
  
Just one touch has taken us here to this place
where the blood pumps so hard through our veins
that spontaneous combustion would be a relief
where the beads of sweat land on parched lips
upper and lower falls
your pearled form leaning in against my  
glistening resistance...until you break me
  
Your thick hands squeeze my tender skin on my hips
and pull me forward
feeling yourself move into my yield and dive into the  
freedom only I can give you
my warm wet lips still tight against the pounding pain
surging through you as you impale my depths
  
It's here where we do those private things we do
for our eyes only
  
Say the things that only we say and share with one another
pure ecstasy  
  
Do you feel me in your rise and fall?
  
Do your knees buckle as you fill up every part of my void?
  
I do sweetness...I do;)
  
And that was just the tip of one nail...one finger

May 12

It wasn't last week when we Skyped for just a moment
trying so hard to cram months into moments
talking about our days, life and still trying to leave
room for a sexy innuendo
struggling hard to remind each other of the flame that burns
still in separation

It wasn't the letter I received with a poem just for me
sharing your heart reaching over the miles and barren months of
your body's heat against mine
your lips against my soft skin where dreams became reality
still in separation

It wasn't the look on your face when you saw our baby
walk via cyber world for the first time
while I saw the tears of regret and loneliness on your face
or when you heard that voice of the innocent say the word
“Daddy” as you were left there alone and I here in the void

What was is it?

It was the moment when you pressed against my body
with your arm around my back and kissing me deeply

It was the inhale and exhale heated and cooled
by the same breath

It was that look that you gave me as you dove into my eyes
that one last time before you were forced to pull away

It was that one moment when while walking away and you
turned around just one more time to glance my way

Those are what I hold dear to my heart this day
Those are the moments that are the gold people wish for
Those are what I will tell our child when she asks about her Father

Your thoughts on peace or war do not matter to me
what does matter to me is my belief that freedom does
come with a price that many will never understand
(too many)
It wasn't until they knocked on my door...that I truly knew

So how could you?

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May 7

You weep your shadow against my delicate skin
your thoughts inked onto my flesh in ownership
and I drown with pleasure in it

Every part of my body vibrates to the immeasurable
pressure of your blood flow
stretching the walls of my imagination...wallowing in your depth

Today I surrender to your will and wants
leaving me wide open to your creative mastery
lay me down and finger the lay lines from root to crown

Your shadow plays tenderly against the mystery
guide me to that place inside that no one..not one has ever seen
kiss me deeply with a fevered tongue inside your well of souls

Ownership is granted...branded for life
I wear you well


© 2013 Lily Mae

Apr 30

“Forgive them for they know not what they do”
Luke 23:34


Unknowingly with their weak minds and feeble ways
they unleashed the beast that laid dormant inside the delicate
soul of the unblemished maiden

Hell fire is now at the feet of the ones that cast the stone
feeling the heat of the virginal birth of the Warrior Princess
they flee in fear of what they have done

Born with the paint of war all over her face
the stains of dirt left behind when the unblemished was soiled
determination to redeem a soul is seared in her black eyes...clarity

Calling upon the spirits of the ancients
while her heart beats to the rhythm of their Tribal drum
in circle she conjours up the spirit of retribution

The hand that touched ...will be severed
The voice that spewed venom...will be silenced
The eyes that saw the innocence fall...will be pulled from their sockets

For in all ways...in all days
a wrong will be made right
there will be a new dawn to that wretched day

Their carcasses will be left to the wolves to devour
as their teeth will hang from a leather tie around her neck
to remind her of the day...when justice won


Brother...Sister...Earth

© 2013 Lily Mae

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Lily-Mae/1167068/
Apr 22

You weep your shadow against my delicate skin
your thoughts inked onto my flesh in ownership
and I drown with pleasure in it

Every part of my body vibrates to the immeasurable
pressure of your blood flow
stretching the walls of my imagination...wallowing in your depth

Today I surrender to your will and wants
leaving me wide open to your creative mastery
lay me down and finger the lay lines from root to crown

Your shadow plays tenderly against the mystery
guide me to that place inside that no one..not one has ever seen
kiss me deeply with a fevered tongue inside your well of souls

Ownership is granted...branded for life
I wear you well


© 2013 Lily Mae

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Apr 22

It was a soft whisper cascading over the earth that beckoned her spirit
to flee the universe to be birthed here inside the core seed of love

On that day the four winds paused, the sun and moon coupled in sight
while earths center vibrated just enough to awaken our souls

In silence she wanders from thought to thought in this vast space
holding the weary inside her arms, while kissing the brow of joy

Stars shine inside her eyes, her hair is soft as silk
her voice weaves a soft magic into our starved senses, like gentle rain

It's there inside the innocence and purity that she heals
the broken, feeds the hungry, drowns the fire of anger

She is the shadow that catches your attention in the corner of your eyes
the one that cushioned your fall and the one that held you in all abandonment

In the abyss of all that has been of all that has yet to be
she is your hope...your sight...the breath you choose to take

As I cast my suffering up and out I trust and know
that she will catch it inside angelic hands transmuting it,
cleansing it,  and returning myself once again to original form

"Divine Serendipity"



© 2013 Lily Mae

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Apr 17

Intoxicate me with your words
just one more time
letting them drip like honey
along the curves that
long for your touch

Pool your thoughts in places
that are made to read your mind
knowing exactly what a momentary silence
can mean when two drunk lovers
impale on an exhale

Move your lips and speak to me in
a language full of your secret needs
share with me the desires that fill those minutes
when no one...not one is looking
let my second hand braille guide you

I want to be your favorite hangover
the one where you feel so bad
after feeling so damn good
when each shot quenches the thirst
and leaves you feeling the burn

All I need to know is do you want to wet your lips
with me tonight?

Apr 16

Could it be a feral breeze that captivates my mind
as it fuels the flames being spun within the forest walls

Magical incantations absorb the heat
feasting the depth of desire born of this earth

A melody being cast out through whispering pines
while the coals sear the very core of the song waiting to be sung

With fierce bravery you have cast a million spells upon me
freeing me of the ties that have kept me bound to an unborn soul

Now each moment is spent in the day of our dream
grasping tightly like two passionate lovers in waiting of the night

As the sun disappears into the mystery of our midnight trips to the Moon
we fly, laugh, cry, scream and become one with every single breath

With all that it is..I am still left here outside  looking in
seeing the flame and imaging the heat against my delicate skin

Did you cast me down from the heavens
to only stand here...in this place...our place and burn alone?

Apr 10

Giving you a gift that keeps on giving
while you manipulate every single
moment spent in anticipation makes me quiver

Let the curvature of my body
become the playing field
of your thoughts


Unravel me in in ways that no one
not one, has ever done
touch me

Untie me or not
your will is my way...your way is my will

Do you not feel the heat of every word?

Do you realize that for every breath you take
I exhale?

I want to be the rise and fall of every need
the heat that builds deep inside every single seed

It's your breath on my ear...your finger that runs
along my collarbone
the lips that kiss my full heaving breasts
that I long for

It's that one moment when your body
with force and beastly measure
fills me to my core...exploding
against the wet silky walls that tremble
as I scream out your name...

Simply open me...re-gifting me to you over
and over again..xo


© 2013 Lily Mae

Mar 26

Chastised and stoned
my banishment to the edge
of the Universe has begun

Here exiled from all graces
I watch the storm rage before me still
hues of purple on black with white lightening

Sitting down on the grassy edge of this cliff
my feet dangle in sweet anticipation of the
baptism to begin...the cleansing waters of forgiveness

Resting my tired aged face into my hands
I release my life completely on exhale
feeling relief in the lack of fight...simple resolve

So now here I am...on the precipice of my own death
waiting to be reborn...that I am left to wonder
who will close my eyes...ah, no one...seeing is believing

I was never enough...never worth it all
never worth the black ink tears
that tried so hard to write our story

The water has risen..slowly slithering over my body
absorbing the energy and essence
of my every dream...my every thought

Pretend I never was
make your life easier as I inhale the murky
water into dry lungs...now we both are free

Seeing is believing...so they say

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Mar 24

Drown inside my arms
loose every thought within
the rising mist

Place your dreams
against the reality
of my tender flesh

A secret moment
in full view with lusts
wild abandonment devouring
each others needs

Let your lips linger
while our tongues dance
tasting the dew
of our...silky sweet

Bind beneath the water
your body with mine
in sacred union

Feed off the sweet tenderness of
of our body's movement
ripples of desire

Sear your fire
inside the rise of fall
of my steam...burn with me

© 2013 Lily Mae

Mar 19

Our First Kiss~

A thousand silent moments have been spent
looking into your eyes
wishes have floated across your lips
as I pressed them against mine
in imaginary embrace

Today, for the first time
the soft swollen pink flesh will
meet yours with a fever of desire
spilling those thousand thoughts into
one magical moment of inhale

When our hands holds the others face
When the eyes lock in fear and love mixed
When our lips feel the others heated breath
When flesh touches flesh for this first time

All senses become alive
every cell memory of you will spill
our tongues will seek the other out
in the dance of passion...

Taste me this day
this one day
ride with me on the moment of
wild abandonment

You will have my heart forever
one breath, one kiss, all from just
one single touch...flesh on flesh
for our first time

For you starshine..xo
Mar 17

Do you remember when?
Good...
Memories are all you have

Mar 15

Maybe it was because I was born
centered in a field of weeping willows
invisible to the eye of the onlooker
as they gaze up to the blue of my horizon

Vague memories flood my mind
yet quickly feel less as I remember
my rose colored glasses
making it impossible to mourn
a life never lived

~I am barren~

Left to the shadow of twilights dance
a mediocre home to the lost and forlorn
I heed to caution as the path through the willows
narrows and lack clings to the flesh
within each panicked bead of sweat that is formed
all feeding off the black of my midnight screams

Hazy thoughts invade my sleeping mind
keeping me wandering in the depths of the unknown
interrupted by thoughts of barbed wire encasing
my soul...just like Jesus and his Crown of Thorns
minus the blood and wine

The exit of your sword from my side
leaves trails of tears spilling down my
naked torso
spelling out the unspoken words
like black ink being tattooed on pink
tender flesh...as if

In the mourning of it all
I see what they have seen
in the blue of my horizon
finding immeasurable sorrow in
the fact that not once in their
attempt to lay their eyes upon me did they
ever truly look inside me
always above towards the blue horizon
escape while you can...soul intact



© 2013 Lily Mae

Mar 8

It was early spring
while I was laying in bed
the morning sun danced all over
my face
shimmering between the tree's
and newborn leaves bursting through
with new life

The warmth on my face was pale
in comparison to the warmth I was
feeling in my heart...day dreaming of you
wondering what I could have ever done
to deserve the love and joy that you bring
to me in my life

It was just that moment and with that thought
that my phone lying next to my pillow buzzed
it was you...
“Good morning Sunshine”
and I smile while tears form in my eyes
thinking that the universe is such a part of
you and I...
Then I see “downloading” and I wonder
with childlike “giggly” anticipation on what's
going to unfold before me

It was you...your finger holding the sun just for me

Laying there in that bed...with the sunlight
still dancing on my face
with tears of joy streaming down my cheeks
I felt your love stronger then any one love
I have ever known
you...have me as your eternal sunshine
you...are my forever starshine

If you ever wondered...this was the day
I fell deeply in love with you




© 2013 Lily Mae

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Feb 19

Something inside you connected to the safety of her
loving you as is...tenderly as if you were a wounded dove

You knew nothing different then the gaze of her eyes
the creases in the corner of her mouth when she smiled

The touch of her hair against your fingers
the scent of her skin captivated you...she mesmerized you

Time began to work against you...taking it's toll
the fire faded to coals and coals to ember...ember to sand

Gazing into her eyes in love turned into heated glares
her scent became putrid as she reeked of another man

Single touches to her skin went from excitement to void
you lost yourself inside a dream...to simply feel anything

You see, her shadow is cast into Mother, Daughter, Wife
wife being the last thought on her mind...only if duty calls

Losing yourself inside the wanderings of your mind
is how you chose to feel alive...to feel valid as the man you are

It's there in that place of mystic mystery that you stumbled upon divinity
she looked at you with eyes of friendship...held out a hand of peace

It's there inside that dream that you began to awaken
to a knowing of who you are in valid form

For the first time acceptance and truth blossomed
inside your heart with a balance...a give and take in all ways

So why? Why would you settle for a phantom life...based
on what use to be...and what use to be is not longer enough?

No matter in what shape or form...she walked away from your promise
and yet you pay the price...loving her just in case you can forget the sin

The one that broke you that one day...the one that cost you
far to much...the one that ripped away your trust...is the one you still look too

Divinity has gazed upon you...she has dove inside your secret chambers
and still...in all ways...on all days...her love grows

Picture slapping the hand of Divinity while holding the hand
of a Phantom shell of what once was...emptiness prevails

Choice should be dictated by the heart and soul
while the mind rests in the knowing and trust that thrives inside the two

Divinity is waiting~





© 2013 Lily Mae

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Feb 15

Walking up this old path to the farmhouse of my youth
the stark landscape, the beaten cobblestones beneath my feet
remind me of the barren Grey and White of the life I lived
  
The birch trees look like a village of Quakers with bible in hand
swaying in the wind, creaking and still projecting fear and judgment
  
Their voices still sway in the wind unchanged from those times
of my youth...times of walking the fine line between death and hell
  
Reaching the door my hand lands on a dry weathered frame...the paint
on the door itself peeling off leaving mounds of white on the earth
  
Brittle and frail and yet look at this place still standing..still ominous
throughout time, the storms, the changes in seasons, the damage done she stands
  
Pressure against the door releases a screeching sound from rusted hinges
maybe entrance isn't needed...maybe all these visuals are all I need
  
No further punishment is warranted to heal...so I forgo the entrance
while flashes of abuse and pain flood my thoughts
  
The scars on my skin are enough, the scars in my heart far to prominent still
so there is no need for “in your face” therapy..some things never simply disappear
  
Removing my hand I see flecks of white paint on my fingers  
quickly I dust it off...nothing from this place will leave with me...
  
(not one thing)
  
Turning around, I gaze upon this land just one more time
this will be my last time...today I remove the ties that have left me bound
  
Reaching the gate I hear the eery creaking of the door to the house
I turn and my chest caves from the fleeting escape of a gasping breath
  
There in the doorway was the image of me
There in the doorway,  I was empty eyed and vacant of
  
Running back to the house, I reached for her...I reached for me
slammed that door shut and held her hand to my heart
  
You see I was wrong
today I did leave this place with something
  
I left this place void and empty of me
  
Today...this day...I am whole...I am free
  
  
  
  
© 2013 Lily Mae

For the full version with the photo that inspired me..
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Jan 27

Searing flashes of heat
and static electricity
are surrounding me today

Your thoughts alone
burn me in places gone
cold

Spread me wide open
and sear that pulsating
surge into me deep

Electrify me

Let me feel the pulse
of your release
as you charge me up

Bind me with your electrical
wire
while my body stands on end

Is the hair on your body standing
straight up...are you straight up?
Are your nipples hard with
all this static?
Do you want to coat me?

Then do it now
while while my body
is trembling with the need
for your electric heat

Fire when ready


© 2013 Lily Mae

Jan 27

Steadfast we are the wind and the wolf
carrying with us the embedded memory
of the Ancient ones...while standing here
today on solid ground in the moment of

Eye to eye, with baited breath
we dive into the golden thoughts
of yesterday while projecting our
new beliefs in this time and space

These days were uncharted
walking in the abyss so feared
while the same dirt settles on
our bare feet...
while the skies still remain blue
and clear...
while the air moving in and out
of our lungs is still fresh and pure

Today, we pass to you our memory stick
reminding us of lessons from the past
times of immeasurable pain
and time of love so pure and passionate
no cup could ever sustain it...overflow
it's here with that embedded memory
that today becomes clearer and less stained

We are walking with Ancient times attached
to our hips
while embracing the new dawn, the new day
explorers in our own right...because today
has never been written...

The Wind captures the heart of the Wolf
as he too
captures her timeless beauty in breath


© 2013 Lily Mae

Jan 23

Blowing into my
cupped hands,
I place my wishes
within
Raising them up
releasing them into
the winds

Sending to you the truth

THE TRUTH IS

I miss you...

If your window is left
slightly open tonight
and the wishes find
you fast asleep

They will kiss your
brow and caress your
cheeks...they will
blanket you with dreams
of me, here
simply, missing you

I miss you...

THE TRUTH IS

My heart has wings,
my voice sings songs
of the forest
my eyes, see you
the you I see.
My body vibrates
to the music of your
soul...
you know...

I miss you

 
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