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557 · Feb 2015
Untitled
Cynthia May Feb 2015
I struggle, wounded,
My body closing in.

The yearning
Is my key to staying open

My back arches as love flows through.
Only to recoil again, under guard.

Headaches
From holding up shields.

Drop them. Let go.
Feel the pain.
Feel the yearn.
Cynthia May Jul 2015
Why do I like your hand on my throat,
Even though, I know what it means?
You like me best without voice and vote,
Mouth open, falling to my knees.
439 · Feb 2015
The Crocodile
Cynthia May Feb 2015
I am changing.
My perceptions of the past, present, and future.
Fast, chaotic, and out of control.
I have no identity.

But I have nothing to fear.
I need no identity.
Open, I become stronger and brighter.
I feel more love and beauty.
I ride my crocodile, with a smile.
I used the crocodile, as a symbol of our primal fear of change and survival.
381 · Feb 2015
Take me open to loves bliss
Cynthia May Feb 2015
Take me open to the stars.
Loves bliss is never far.

I trust you and you trust me.
Your arms protect my body.

Your gentle touch and attention
Melts every bit of tension.

Fullest depth. Present. Aware.
I need you, to take me there.

Without you, I can try...
I could have a fun ride.

But I can't go as deep without you.
Our cosmic dance requires two.

So look in my eyes and feel my desire.
Moving as one, let's start this fire.

We can start with just a kiss.
Then take me open, to loves pure bliss.
316 · Feb 2015
Never Not Broken
Cynthia May Feb 2015
Bombarded with pictures
I don't want to see.
My thoughts are like daggers,
Damaging me.

I used to feel whole,
But now shattered to bits.
Can barely function
Between crying fits.

With the rug pulled out,
Lying piled on the floor...
I wonder, is it possible
To break any more?

Am I broken for good?
Will I ever feel safe?
Can I learn to trust you
Even if you behave?

One thing I've been told...
I sure hope that it's right...
Is that piles of shards
Reflect EVEN MORE LIGHT.
301 · Feb 2015
void
Cynthia May Feb 2015
Running, filling, can't escape.
Trained, like a circus ape.

Let it catch you, liquefy.
You'll burst out, a butterfly.
300 · Feb 2015
Untitled
Cynthia May Feb 2015
It feels good to feel the pain
Hidden in the depths of my heart.
Places I closed long ago.

I judged the pain as "wrong".
In fear, I sacrificed potential.
Scared and hurt, but standing,
I now reclaim my flow.
297 · Feb 2015
a haiku
Cynthia May Feb 2015
Ambiguous thrusts
Undisciplined, unaware.
Blind, your castles fall.
Don't aim your shallow ambiguity at me. I will tolerate nothing less than your fullest depth.
207 · Jul 2015
prayer
Cynthia May Jul 2015
Disillusion me.
Drag me, thrashing, out to sea.
Force my eyes open.
122 · Feb 2018
Cascade
Cynthia May Feb 2018
Primitive needs
Unmet expectations
And betrayal

Create surging reactions
To meaningless interactions

Ideas of being loveable
Overlay reality
As your words begin the cascade

Mushy brain
Stars falling
Warm thighs

Don't stop

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