come, lover,
and let us ravage each other -
the buttons-popping, clothes-ripping passion
overwhelming us
as we give in to the primal needs that we've
been considering all night,
but forced down because the restaurant wouldn't let us.
hands exploring the familiar curves
of one another,
as if for the first time we discover this newness,
the desire to live now
and forget the yesterdays and tomorrows,
as legs spread and onto the bed we land,
all kisses and mouths and tongues,
and hands interlocked now
and the bed squeaks out our rhythm
as we roll around, switching who's on top,
submitting each to the other,
to this moment,
to this beautiful oneness of now,
when our passions at last erupt fully,
sweaty bodies tingling with sensation,
a flood of all feeling gushes out,
and in the safety of one another,
our sacred communion,
sealed with tender caress and gentle loving ways
and lovers' whispers that even the walls cannot hear.

the message was clear and to the point:
it's like watching an excellent magician -
i actually do not want to know HOW you did it.  
But the end result is stunning, and the magic makes it so.

I am magic.

why are we so afraid to say 'hello'?
to look up from the paths we walk, and face each other,
a kind smile and word on our lips,
putting ourselves out there for a minute
to greet the world and invite one another to
simply share.


hello!!!

the moon was full last night,
ripping the waters away from the earth,
the ocean tides swelling in the rhythm
of the blood in my veins,
the slow and steady thumping
i normally love
becoming a syncopated beat to music i could not hear, but feel.
i longed to move,
to dance,
to run,
to fly,
and felt that wildness about me -
the parts that yearn for so much
but i rarely listen to -
scream silently to the moon-god
that birthed them this night.
the moon did not answer,
but to keep the steady
thumping at bay,
and let the bacchanalia
continue on,
until at last, the flesh gave way to slumber.

i often wonder about the blanks,
the spaces between letters and words,
the gap in the middle of the "o"
that holds nothing.
i wonder what an entire page of blanks is really like,
if it speaks more than ink,
and what it might say.

there has to be a better way,
i've been searching so long,
putting it away,
burying it deep down,
running away,
it always explodes -
bright red flashes across my vision
that blot out all else
while the action slows and i move in the rhythm
of instinct.
letting it out immediately works even less,
hurting those i love and care for,
killing friendship and love.
the fear of losing those things drives me to hide it more,
burying it until i no longer have words or wisdom,
just a machine of rage.
i need to find the way to get rid of it all,
and find peace.

i saw a bear in the woods -
strong, powerful,
majestic, really.
and i longed to feel the confidence,
the security,
the sureness that he must feel -
he is simply, "bear."

then i looked closer,
and i saw he looked unsure,
doubtful,
skittish and frightened.

i realized the bear and i had so much more in common
than it appeared.