Category: poetry

Our song

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http://www.deviantart.com/art/music-sex-165469798

My broken breaths meet your warm, hungry tongue, while your fingers compose a sensual song on my skin.

My body is not my own, but I turn away, and you’re response is swift and determined.

Your hand on my throat, a growl inside yours, your body is now the conductor of our song.

Lost in sighs, the crescendo builds, my music vibrating against yours in perfect disharmony.

My heart races as our flesh mingles and my pleasure is taken by your melodic force.

My back arches to receive even more of you, as you pound out each luxurious note.

My breasts heave against the beat and you work to wrangle and coerce them.

My lips tremble and seek direction by yours, which deny me, but employ your teeth for the job.

My thighs part and hips rise, as your tempo stretches my patience and will.

My voice joins the chorus in whispered pleas and whimpered defeat when you deny the refrain with your own lyric.

You play your symphony across my skin and deep inside my favourite instrument until I’m sure the song will destroy me.

And just then, the perfect melody explodes between us under your skillful mastery.

Oh play me, my love, your own, delicious creation, play me over and over and over.

Until you tire of our song, which you promise is unlikely, because I am the sweetest music you have ever heard.

Holding me

With your arms wrapped around me,
Can you feel how you’re holding me together?
Far from a simple embrace,
You are stitching me and mending me
With your love.

With each squeeze,
You pick up the pieces that have fallen.
With each kiss on my neck,
You work the puzzle into place.
With each breath at my ear,
You seek out the missing parts.
And with every whispered word,
You glue me back together,
You fill the tiny gaps,
You sand me and smooth me,
To perfection.

Will you keep holding me,
And help me when the cracks
Reappear?
Will you be strong enough,
To hold on for both of us
Without fear?
Will you use your love,
To balance my will and your pace
Through my tears?

Please
Hold onto me
Into eternity.

As long as you are holding me,
I know that I won’t ever
Fall apart.

And as you keep me together,
I promise…
I’ll be holding you, too.

Purple Hope

Darkness gives way
The Sun bubbles up
Across a new day horizon

Light seeps into the clouds
Over leaves speckled with Autumn
And into my tired and hungry soul

As the black fades
The gray mist of yesterday
Is replaced by purple hope

The hole in my chest
Left from that wicked darkness
Seems to fill up with that Sun

Do you feel it too?
The warmth of my Sun?
Fire and freedom United?

She feeds me and fuels me
Waking my spirit
With the delight of that purple hope

So I bask in her beauty
I revel in the change
Created by something so simple

My sunrise
My saviour
My infinite purple hope

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My own personal sunrise

Into the dark

Cold that seeps
Deep into your bones
Silence that boils
Right through your marrow
Darkness that invades
And bleeds you dry.

So why?
Why did you follow?

You knew what
The blackness brings.
You knew how
It would infect your mind.
You knew that
You’d never be free.

So why?
Why did you follow?

I know, little girl
I already understand.
But I need you to tell me
You need to say
Those words that
Will probably be your last.

So why?
Why did you follow?

That’s right…
Go on and tell.
Let your exhausted mind
Allow your body to rest.
You know the truth
Even if your soul is spared…

So why?
Why did you follow me
Into the dark?

Because your bones
Sweet Girl
Belong to me…

My first submission for the The Reverie Journal… For the prompt Bones.

Don’t be scared… it’s just October!

Love

It’s not the feeling you get when you connect with someone and experience that complete euphoria that comes from the chemical reaction in your body around that person.
That’s infatuation.

It’s not the tightness in your chest when you are away from that person and have the constant urge to talk to, text or see them.
That’s obsession.

It’s not the desire to climb inside someone’s mind and know everything about them, all their stories, all their hurt, and all their joy.
That’s fascination.

It’s not the heat of desire that leaves you burning for them every second of every day, and ties you into messy knots when those urges go unsatisfied.
That’s passion.

It’s not the need to complete another person, become part of their world and entwine yourself in their life so tightly that you sometimes don’t see where they stop and you start.
That’s captivation.

It’s not the moments wasted when the chemicals dissipate, the urges wane, the knowledge is complete, the fire burns out and the relationship you share becomes dry, brittle and hollow.
That’s life.

It’s not making food, or cleaning the house, or changing the oil in the car, or buying clothes for the kids, or washing the dishes for the tenth night in a row.
That’s caring.

It’s not arguing or making up or going to counseling or turning your life upside down to find the reason you’re unhappy.
That’s marriage.

No.
Love isn’t a thing or feeling or action.
It’s not chance. It’s not fate. It’s not required. It’s not luck.

It’s just not.

It is the thing you control, during all of these moments that it’s not,

It is a decision you must make, every waking moment of your life.

It is a choice you have, in the good when you can’t imagine another way, and the bad when you don’t think you can hold on.

Love is simply a choice!

Choose wisely.

Garden beyond the woods

You

Find a seed, a pretty, sweet and simple seed

Plant it in your garden beyond the woods

Water it with your boundless words

Feed it with the warm glow of your attention

Watch it grow and blossom into something greater than you imagined

It’s roots twisting deep to reach what they need

It’s leaves uncurling in a magical dance of exploration

It’s flowers peppering the air with sweet, fragrant kisses of wonder

You

Find another seed, a different seed, a gorgeous seed

And plant it, also, in your garden beyond the woods

A true beauty, redesigning the plot with its exotic grace

It’s roots delve to new depths, avoiding the other, under your skillful training

It’s leaves, so glossy and bright, an amazing compliment to the delicate softness of the other

It’s gorgeous, young flower, luscious and vibrant, with perfume that intoxicates in its superior seduction

You

Watch your creations, excited and delighted, master of this space that is solely yours

You

Admire and adore your craft, reveling in your ability to control these natural wonders

You

Lovingly create these things for more than this… For more than you…

Your garden, beyond the woods cannot keep you

It overwhelms you

It overcomes you

It destroys you

So, You

Abandon the incredible gifts you created

Run to the woods

Dissolve into distance

Return to your heart

Your garden beyond the woods, so perfect in design

Made to keep each plant in isolation…

But, in your absence, the leaves, stems and vines branch out, searching for you

Instead, they find each other

They find another

They find your truth

They find closure

You

Might wither without the gifts of your passion

But they

Will thrive, free and wild, without your mediation

Yes. They

Will live on, in your garden, beyond the woods, and grow stronger and more incredible than you will ever be.

Delicate

As I step against the brick wall that you crafted so artfully to hold me away from the blistering heat and acid that churns inside your soul, I feel the warmth of it and can’t help but want to be inside of it.

I long to be in there with you. I could help you douse the fires. I could be the base to neutralize that rage. I could be the light amidst your darkness.

But you are a sophisticated mason, and this wall you put up is sturdy and strong. Like you. Like everything you do.

So I’m left in the cold, to wonder about what you are feeling, thinking, hoping…

Are your emotions as shallow as they appear? Or is there depth behind that wall?

Perhaps you believe I am too delicate to endure the real you, locked tightly inside your fortress.

Perhaps you believe I am too delicate to enjoy the ministrations of your deepest longings.

Perhaps you believe I am too delicate to understand the intricate network of your mind.

Perhaps you even believe I am too delicate to appreciate your simplicity, if that is in fact what you hide so capably.

But, sweet Sir, I am not delicate.

I am Strong. Stronger than you could ever imagine. Stronger, even, than you and this wall you built to protect me.

I will rip it down with my bare hands, I will prove that I am worthy of the knowledge hidden behind it.

I will make you hear me, through this brickwork, or destroy my voice in the process.

I will force you to see that my love for you transcends everything physical.

I will be your NEW wall, and protect YOU from all that you fear and avoid.

I am not too delicate. But once we are both behind that wall…

I could pretend to be!

I could let you protect me…

I could help you build a new, beautiful fortress. Our delicate new world.

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http://www.deviantart.com/art/Brick-48303889

Oh please let me in. Help me pull apart these bricks. Allow me to show you, before I destroy myself trying.

I am too delicate to endure my own love.

My Reality

My side of the bed is warm and toasty, take all the blankets you need.

The light from my phone is not what woke you, but you feel free to keep ignoring my tears.

The words I share with you in those tiny notes I leave for you were ripped from my soul, but don’t worry about acknowledging them.

My hiding is part of our problem, but your inability to hear me is a bigger one.

So, I’ll do what I want. I’ll chose what I think is best. I’ll let you submit to me.

But don’t be surprised when the light leaves my eyes. And you’re left with YOUR reality.

My moon

The thick, low voice of my moon calls out to me,
He won’t be ignored, refused or forgotten.

He follows me through my dreams,
Beckoning me, infecting me, luring me deep into my fantasies.

I feel his embrace and all the promise it holds,
Despite the wicked wishes he causes.

His absence is thwarted by his overwhelming abundance,
As he entrances me with his sadistic desires.

The silence of night is when his song fills my ears,
And makes my soul see how much I’ve missed him.

But my heart is in conflict, he is but a dream,
And my mind threatens to evict him.

Oh moon, sweet moon, my moon,
Your love grips me so tightly.

Please, moon… Dark, wicked moon,
Consume me so that I might be released in the sunrise.

I cannot create, invoke or steal you,
But you can disappear at any moment.

And then, my moon, I will be forced.

To truly explore all of life’s possibilities.

Dark Side of the Moon by Teenager-in-Love via DeviantArt.com
Dark Side of the Moon by Teenager-in-Love via DeviantArt.com

Clouded

Cloud Hearts You by daria-zaytseva via DeviantArt.com
Cloud Hearts You by daria-zaytseva via DeviantArt.com

Clouded, By the gifts I’ve given myself.

Clouded, By the unanswered wishes of a little girl.

Clouded, By the rewards of being a sensual, adult woman.

Clouded, By the fire that yearns to consume, completely.

Clouded, By love that is too big to be contained.

Clouded, By a broken heart and it’s infinite rage.

Clouded, By the gifts of life’s blessings, undeserved.

Clouded, By dreams that infect me with their meaning.

Clouded, By my own escape plan, repeatedly.

Clouded, By sweetness that His heart bleeds into mine.

Clouded, By a future that beckons me forward.

Clouded, By the poison that threatens me…

No. Clouded, No more.

Cleared, By the Love that was always meant to be.

The storm holds no threat for me, any longer.

But is it too late?