air
you are a breath, fresh of it
blast
make me laugh
breeze
keep it easy
cyclone
hasty hurtful words
followed by
gales
of forgiveness
gust
oh!
blow
in my ear again
breath
taken away with a kiss
chinook
summer breeze
makes me feel fine
draft
make me shiver
flurry
my insides
flutter
my heart
mistral
we're rarely that cool
toward each other
unless (see: cyclone)
puff
the magic dragon
tempest
stormy passion
typhoon
come into the eye my darling
wafting
scent of love
whiff
when we blow it
whirlwind
us.
by definition.
whisk
me away
zephyr
gentle me again
This is, in so many words,
The rarefied air
we are privileged to breathe
Deep draughts of love.
Between you and me.
Breathe with me.
My beloved.
Breathe.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
I brought him more than a book
more than words on a page
I brought him
My heart story
An epic series
I brought him the stories of my life
Before, up to, and including him
And he read it all
Each volume
Understanding and translating clearly
The tragedies
the comedies
the sheer terror and beauty of it all
And in the romance section
Our saga
He read of my
Deep and abiding attraction
Ease of being with him
My devotion to caring for his heart
This soulmate connection
Written so clearly
And dearly
Indelibly inked love
On the pages of my heart
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
Wait for me.
I will make it worth your while.
I dream of you
Your face lit with the afternoon sun
Coming into my arms
Smelling of freshness and wonder
To hold your hair in my hands
To taste your lips once again
Wait for me.
My darling.
Please.
Wait.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
believe these words
of devotion
when you kissed me last night
I came alive
that was some amazing
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 8:38 PM UTC
You ask me why I eat my feelings?
Simple.
Food comforts me.
It doesn't beat me.
It doesn't mock me for crying.
Doesn't betray me.
It puts on fat to protect me.
From fists.
Belts.
Sharp
Words.
Past.
Present.
Future.
If I look like I lack discipline.
You misunderstand.
Discipline was never safe.
Never safe.
For me.
So I eat my feelings.
Of un-safe-ty.
Never close to
satiating
the hunger for love
inside of me.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 9:22 PM UTC
I want to be the potter
and you the clay
I want to work you with my hands
My fingertips pressing
now....against the keys
the board stiff under the sensitive pads
as I feel you press back against me
imagining
your lips
soft
wet
tenderly
pressing
into me.
The clay
soft and supple under my hands
forming you,
widening you again and again
my muscles working
against your stiffer aspects
as we spin together
wetting, re-wetting
and smoothing
my hands against
your silky slick
foundation
strong and yet pliable
seeking relief
from standing strong
and unyielding
need.
You are a deeper container
than I anticipated
and I, a roaring flood
threatening
sweep you
away.
but you hold...
steady.
What Joy!
What Relief!
we never expected
to contain one another
without harm!
without fear!
Peaceful
now
our lines
flow together
the potter
the clay
the hand
and the wheel
we come together.
I love how we feel.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 4:32 AM UTC
When I was young
My ****** energy
Went out
To seek those
Whose lesson taught me more about contrast than equanimity
Now that I am older
I see these young studs with their pickup lines and I say
"Hey look at me, I am ready for love."
But I am old now.
They are young.
They can't see in me
Who I am.
So I offer love.
And the ones that come
They are often broken like me.
But that's ok.
Those young guns
They will soon find out
That time waits for no one
And all our smooth moves when we're young
Don't hold up under the blistering sun of reality
That ages your face and your body.
Just so.
So you feel unattractive.
Unseen.
Unwanted.
And begin to believe it.
I am vulnerable in this place.
Between the ages of
Unwanted
And
Un-needed.
If my value was only in procreation
Then I am priceless
I created his legacy
And left with mine
Unwanted
Un-needed.
It is no wonder our ****** energy wanes as we get older.
No!
Not mine.
You can't take the one place I feel young.
Or the place I feel free.
Age.
You cannot take this passion from me.
Now that I have found it,
I won't let it go.
Passion
Timeless
This is what we seek
To be young again
To seek what was
in the face of what is
It is all energy.
******
Physical
Healing
It starts when we are young and continues til we die...this thread of life.
What will we do with it?
Create?
Hate?
Liberate?
****** Energy
Yep.
It's a thing.
It is for creation.
Manifestation.
Positive works.
Or didn't they teach you that in parochial school?
Of course not.
That is against the rules.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
He wants me
He says.
Don't they all?
I am tired of being wanted.
I am tired of being needed.
You have yourself a passel of kids
Out your own wahoo --
You wouldn't want to be wanted neither.
Don't want me.
Don't need me.
Bring me flowers and roses
And mix tapes
And doughnuts
On Sunday morning.
Kiss me.
Sweep me up in your arms.
Look me in the eyes.
That would send me.
Bring me.
Send me.
Don't want me.
Don't need me.
The want and the need make me tired.
The bring and the send makes me free!
But.
Maybe.
He, too, is tired of being wanted and needed.
Well.
Then.
What are we to do?
Want and need one another?
No.
Too many competing demands.
Take my hand.
Please.
Just tell me you love me.
Don't want me.
Don't need me.
Just love me.
And I will just love you.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
I will fight for you
I will write for you
sing my song
for you
for you
I will sing my songs of healing,
sing my songs
revealing
my true love...
I will write for you
I will fight for you
In my heart
in my arms
you belong.
I have a right to you.
From several lifetimes through
to this one where we met, and love began
Again.
I will write for you.
Will you write me too?
Will you use the same words now as you did then?
Will you fight for me, as I fight for you?
Fight to hold onto the joy we share.
Rest now, my love.
My darling, my dove.
Aphrodite has nothing on you.
Rest your head, my weary prince.
Let me take off my dress.
And hold our hearts together until we melt.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC