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Tracey Sep 2020
Lemon honey in tea, with a swirl of cream. Inhale the morning.  
Cats are lying in the beams of light that shine through  
the old farmhouse glass. Being the Queens that they are.  
In the distance smoke from the neighbor’s chimney rises through the woods  
and fades like a sweet dance.  
In this peace filled space of mine I wonder.  
Wonder where you are, what you are doing, if you  
ever feel my true heart from here to there?  
The heart where countless of hours were spent in your arms  
laughing like children experiencing the innocent, the new.  

Now sitting on the front porch with an old embroidered shawl  
my grandmother made I slide into the moment of sigh.  
Content in being alone, in the center of nature’s universe.  
The crisp air filling my lungs and clearing my thoughts.  
While the depths of silence allow me to engage in a new  
day free form.    
No rules anymore, no guilt or shame.  No  
feeling the loss of you from my every moment.    

You see, the real you.  The one you so wanted to be was embedded  
inside this space deep within me.  A place where I will always hope  
and dream with you.  A place where love was born before  
the Armageddon of truth hit us both.  

~The bouquet of fresh flowers I cut for the day, are cut for me, and loved  
for the precious moments shared and lost by our selfishness.  A breath of fresh air  
on a misplaced grave.  
I pray for those we hurt and hope they found their space to shine in this world.  

It’s then that I place my tea down on my desk…open my journal and etch upon  
paper,  to dream inside the places only fools go.  

It’s my life…my day…my selfless simplicity.
Tracey Sep 2020
Saints bow to the hell that rides inside her veins
sinking teeth deep within white weak flesh
licking the coma from lifeless blank eyes

Dying to consume the succulent
his **** gets hard...while ***** fill
with ache and memory

Sip from the lava of Kali
wet your mouth while drinking her in
and you will never thirst again

All she wants is for you to spread her legs
force her hips up and ****** hard into her secrets
****** hair in hand while the smell of blood and sweat fills the air

Wet ******* glisten...
teasing you, tempting you
begging for release of that warm seed
fantom touch

...She walks on fire just for you
could you throw the ***** some water~
Tracey Sep 2020
Somethings in the air tonight
hungry hands grasp for it only
to watch it as it eludes every grip

Electric smoke dances around me
rising like Kundalini
until it lands on my full wet lips

On instinct an inhale takes it deep
pulling it into every heart beat
every pulsing cell

Aware of the rapture being born
within me I let control slip away
while it touches me where butterflies take flight

Spirits combine becoming one
while touch engages my body
in a ancient rhythmic rise and fall

Scent captures every sense
making me want to taste the me and you
quickened breaths and shallow moans escape

Tell me...tell me when
my eyes are closed
my hands clenched
my thighs scream with desire

Tell me...tell me when
I'm with you...
Tracey Sep 2020
When love masks sorrow
peace survives on lips of gold
Pools of surrender swim in my eyes

Sorrow never knew the beauty it held inside its own divinity
while sounds of chains dragging behind feet torn and battered still motion forward

Spores of gold spatter over my face on inhale as I breathe the you into me...the dusting of your Lily

Foraging through crevices of lingering thoughts I emerge triumphant by just knowing you and your love

Unified like webbed twigs we have known the exquisite...the divine
Along with the madness of hell

We promised forever
No one...not one
Can **** those words from our souls

Always-your Sunshine
Tracey Sep 2020
....and she fell asleep with thunder in her hair
  and lightening as her breath
Tracey Sep 2020
There is a sacred space where the fear based world
doesn't exist

A place where doubt doesn't rule our immobile selves
leaving us comatose

Day to day we ache for righteousness and fairness
yet the birthing place of that is within not out

Chemicals burn our beauty leaving behind
pitted flesh and scared souls

Empowerment has been lost
to the easy road of escapism

The battle of beauty and beast lives inside us all
the journey is ours to navigate

Today I choose to embrace my exquisite surrender

Embrace what is inside me that is fear...and beastly
transmuting darkness into light

Finding balance here with a passion and fire
that is determined to change my vision

Desire isn't an act of merging body's
with ******* outcomes
Desire fuels the union between you and fear
there is no word for the empowerment of a soul
that honors itself...

The trinity begins inside you
Tracey Sep 2020
It’s here that I lay to rest
bones lying against mountain terrains
subtle layers of healing happening as the wind
rain, sun and moon caress my very being.

Vulnerability is lost now, against your anger
and self-inflicted pain…your owner ship is still
lacking yet my personal yield tells me different.

It’s peaceful here, a place to rest among the
the trees, the peaks and valleys.
My chest taking shallow breaths with the rhythm
of the earth.

In the darkness where you dwell just know one thing.
I am not forgiving when the cycle remains on repeat.
Walk one step on the peaks and valleys of my new
inherent breath and I will swallow you up into the fires
deep within the ancient hollows.

Your days of trespassing are over and the angels, saints,
guides, and ancient beings are here to ensure you feel
the burn of the barbed wire your sickness sells.

I’m resting…not dead.
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