Oakland I am but a passerby
sent to dance and flitter about
in the majesty and vibrancy of a world filled with love.
I skip upon the surface of all joy.
Each time I am lifted from its shimmering surface...
not a trace of me is left.
I leave my mark 24 followers / 2.4k words
when you meet me... hush my love, don't tell me that this depth makes you afraid. that my voice is like a siren singing on an ocean of words. a whirlpool pulling you under where no light can shine with grace.
your crashing heart is for you to cherish tenderly.
in my arms, you will cyclone to the very bottom of your soul. my arms are here to hold you while your heartship splinters and cracks on its spiraling downward journey.
in my arms, you and I will feel it all.
and when it is all over, when stillness prevails...
from the crumbling shipwreck you will be born anew.
a mermaid swimming through the ethereal waters of her soul. Rising up, up, up to break the surface drinking her first sweet sip of salty air...
searching for the land she once remembered in a time now lost.
when you meet me... tell me that my arms are as vast as the horizon, that they are the very water you breathe holding you through all your waves and ire.
when you meet me... tell me that my eyes are like the night sky, that their depth holds the whole universe within a twinkling facade.
when you meet me... when you meet me... when you meet me...
Her energy is amorously wavering and clad in frail courage
she is bent over me as I lay waking in the moonless warm night I am returning through the confused gateway of the dreamworld where visions of another world seize my mind with addlings of nonsense and responsibility.
my eyes open to skin gleaming in the perfect starlight and flowing hair framing soft cheeks and crystalline eyes
She is slowly and carefully drawing her hand across my ear gliding through the wheat fields like a whispering wind she grasps firmly the nape of my neck with a timid hand
Yet... within it, a guiding intention I dare not effect.
She lowers her head to nuzzle her nose against mine her hair veils us both in a canopy of golden strands as she moves ever closer to the portal of my breath the sinuous treasures tickle my neck and cheek sublime and demure, her lips slide across mine a momentary grace before the hesitation pulls her back
inches from my face
I feel the cool wind of her life draw in the fluttering I feel is the gentle quaking of her lips
we dance as our lips explore the fragile mirror in the other.
Our breath escapes from the corners where we have yet to embrace one another
as time stretches, so too the space between what was inches feels like miles as the ocean of energy ebbs and pulls within
with an effort that is palpable she dives deep into the dark cove of my mouth
lips, firm and bubbly, greet a mouth inviting tongues crash, thick and moist
all her nervous hesitation vanishes in an instant like an explosion of Monarch butterflies... She is All passion and delight, I feel her unspoken love behind all her longing and affection.
her kiss is home to me her lips are the smooth marble floor that dissolves in to a bed of plummage where I lay my soul to rest. It is my being, simple and supple, that transforms them to naught but softness.
so magnificent, that first kiss so fleeting her bouncing firm-smooth lips I doubt I will ever feel anything as vibrantly unique in this world.
The threshold of our home has been crossed what was hard and piqued with anticipation is now soft forevermore
i will never forget that alabaster kiss.
our first kiss was beautiful and powerful i was at the confused threshold of the dreamworld it was late and warm when I awoke to her presence either her touch or her approaching footfall or her delicate scent or her direct and amourous energy... i dont know which i sensed first such is the confusion of my synesthetic experience
Lo before me stands the whispering lily. With its petals all a flourish of playful purple, Its yellow *** proudly ***** Against a canvas of innocence; A smiling lie it blushes naught to share. Yet with all its radiance attracts gleefully my wanting eye.
The mysteries of my own arousal are a secret curiosity I share with no one, but my heart quivers with a billowing sigh Betraying my longing for any who have eyes to see.
Drawing my hand closer, I become entranced by a gradient of color From center to tip From white to violet.
Tracing the vibrant colors back to its core, My eyes surrender to a soft focus Where the symmetry of each petal Lulls my mind into quiet wonder
Marveling at the delicate balance in nature's design, My mind wanders to the absurdity of Man's ego: To think ourselves above this Earth Yet we fall in complete awe to the majesty of a small flower...