her desperate beauty clings to my heart
like the wayward soul seeking shelter
from wild winds rising
already fond of her delicate smile i collapse
while the distant world shifts
beyond the borders of the bliss her naked laugh creates

profane to speak of her flaws but to me even her flaws are
but devices of the flawless design
and such design as to entrance
her eyes comb my appearance from root of souls keepsake
to the bluster and bravado of summer night
she with her lush moist lips speak so bravely the conquests
but the shyness of her eyes speak fluently
of her deeper thoughts
of how she wishes to be the conquest
how she desires

like a winters coat pulled to banish the chill
our companionship in this hour comforts us both
while the waters of the world collapse on
the tin roof of the beachside shelter with summer birds song muted
her skin a deep tan have scattered my thoughts
as will when such intense beauty focuses her will upon mere mortal man
we both laugh at this to be true
she begins to apologise but i will hear none of it
i ever the gentleman bow to her graces and capitulate the day

her desperate beauty walks away as sun gathers once again
she upon leaving gently kissed my cheek and gave me the delight
of her smile
a gift to be treasured
i never even knew her name

In order to love me,
Strength needs to be stronger than diamonds.
I have none, and I will use yours as if claimed
By a blood oath.
In order to love me,
Your arms need to embrace me in a way that makes me feel safe.
I care none about lust and skin,
But the love and purity behind it, the emotion and connection.
In order to love me,
Accepting my pain, my scars
Is priority. My demons are a part of me,
If you love me, you love them.
They are beautiful, fiery things, and they burn me.
In order to love me,
Your kiss needs to speak to the small part of my mind
That still has rationality.
It needs to say, "I love you,
I need you. I am here for you, I believe in you."
In order to love me,
You need to be you and be the kind of person that
Treats me like a flowerbed.
Lovely. Gently.
Carefully.

teased in hopeful anticipation
seconds pass in days


**tortured surrender

It could happen any moment...while
Strolling in the park...or while in the church,
In a movie house...or, when riding the bus,
Or in a cab on our way home,
It could be another long night, or early morning,
Like right now......at 2:30 AM,
While lying in bed...when body and mind are both at ease,
Muscles are rested...no struggles,
When heart is stripped of its trappings and
Trimmings of false pretenses...all are put aside,
When mental reflexes and defenses are relaxed,
When mind is bare...purely reflective,
Bereft of pride that shields the true self,
Cruising along the avenues of our imagination,
Taking our time, as we meet faces,
We find ourselves in places,
Existing in a variety of scenarios,
When, suddenly,
Like a comet in the night sky,
A swift spark of an idea catches our breath...

We sit, in a hurry......before it gets blown by the wind...

The mind is now done relaxing,
When the muscles stiffen normally
When we are no longer slouching
When we see coffee on the table
Steaming hot on the ***...

Under the dark sky,
Our day has started...

It is  time,
To turn those sparks into fireworks,
To create, and touch the lives of readers
Through another day of discovery,
Guide them by sharing our own recovery,
From stumbling down, over and over,
How it is to rise from a fall...
We enlighten them with our
R E V E L A T I O N S
Of self-discovered truths,
And our very own words of wisdom...

When body and mind are up and about,
Alert........ cognizant of
Every sound, and every burst of idea,
Then we know.......what time it is,

It...is...time
To
Write.

^^^^^

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan