Secrets.
Precious,
shame filled hidden desires
and stories.
Shared,
they are rare gifts.
Not lies,
but longings and fears.
Tearful offerings.
Once whispered they live.
Fragile in another’s ears.
They must be loved.
Respected.
Cared for.
Remembered.
Secrets.
Mirrors into our souls.
Ignored
become shattered bits
of self.
Handled with care
become homes for healing.
Soulful Connections.

You played me like a losing hand.
I was all in....
never realizing you had already left.

Jokers up your sleeve
Burn card revealed
You made your stand

I took the hit.
I lost.

Anxiety is
Purgatory for my tears
Let them fall I beg

People come and go
Unlike matter that isn't lost nor obtained
People are nature
Changing day by day
Growing, flourishing
and sometimes after their seeds have spread and their roots stronger someone else they fall.
When the flower dies they move into their new roots in the distance
They leave because they couldn't find the beauty above them just the dirt beneath them
When they go, it's not because of you
They just aren't meant to be
so let them be
and if your roots grow to meet again by the breeze that swayed them back
care for them or just be by them with no interaction
you change too
like nature you're made up of fire air water and food
life's fulfillment that fuels you
be aware of them because sometimes nature deprives us of our needs and covers the beauty of life.
It's a never-ending change so keep growing with it don't part from it.
Let it be
Treasure your nature because the season will come as another piece of life joins your glorious path
loneliness can be suffering but loneliness is worthy of finding yourself in nature
In nature, you are nurtured

You haven't lost sight.

Flat, smooth, glossy key card.
Black & Blue.
****** white.   Indigo.

It slips into the lock.
He slides inside her.

Aching, yearning, driven.
Sleepy, satisfied, spent.

The television remote lies untouched.
Towels remain folded.
Water in the ice bucket warms.
The key left behind on the bureau appears lonely.

Hand-in-hand....they ride the elevator down.

Smile shyly, kiss frantically.

Tender, tired, trusting
they part.

Both knowing this will never be enough.

Warmth floods my body  
                torrent as a River.
Delicious shivers.
Elicits dampness    
                           exquisite.
Your lips I picture....
delivering me like a Hymn or Scripture.

It's you I'm praying drives me to my knees....
lips parted in my belief.

Your Touch, my temptation.
Your Love,   my  redemption.
           Sweet Salvation.

She is screaming so loudly
                      but only in her head.
For someone has come and stolen all her words.