Flight

The flight by KmyeChan via DeviantArt.com

Soaring above those demons

On wings of fairy lights

Held aloft by your breath

And will

Summoned to the sky

So that I might feed you

With laughter

And smiles

The bright, delicious

Warmth of your kiss

Denies the darkening

Stormclouds

Of yesterday

Burning each teardrop

Away

As the film

Requisitioned

By our vows

Records each new feeling

Alongside

The remembered ones

We could float here

In Neverland

Forever

But I’m not afraid

Of reality

Any

More

Free

There is a dam
Within
I long to tear down
The wall
Mask
Persona
Holding back a river
Of tears
That want nothing
But to be free

When they
Overflow outside
Of the lonely
Privacy
Of the shower
Or my kitchen sink
In the wee hours
Before dawn
Or muffled in the
Sleepless
Darkness
Of my pillow

Their escape is met only by
Disappointment
Or
Consternation
Or
Trepidation
Or
Disgust.

I ache for a reason
Good enough
To let them flow
Pain that will strip me
Of the defense
That keeps them hidden
Surrender
Which might allow me
To actually feel
To fully feel

To openly feel

Please
Tie me up
Take my will
Tear me to pieces

Set my tears
Free

So that I may finally
Be me

The Dress

Taffeta folds and layers
Fall to the floor
Peppered with shining
Beads of glass
And crystal
Altered and tailored
To hug my curves
Cradle my shape
Perfectly
In that perfection
I feel the ease
Of being yours
Soft
Full
Sexy woman
But also
Just a sweet
Little girl
Playing dress up
Making memories
From hearts and flowers
Spinning
Twirling
The dance floor is
My playground
And I am magical
In your eyes
In my sparkling
Gossamer wings
As you pull me close and
The music
Your arms
The atmosphere
And love
Envelopes me
I feel the breath of life
In the whisper
Of your want
Against my mane
Of full, fiery hair
And the abandon
Of surrender
As you
Tell me your plans
For that dress
It’s your playground
After all
Beneath
My feminine armor
Tell me
What you plan to do
To me
Now that you’ve freed me
By clipping
My wings

Become

In the garden
Playing a game
Fits of giggles
Spill
From the charge
Of joy
Felt only upon
Letting go

A childlike freedom
Born only from
Innocence
Or
Surrender
But in the latter
It is a
Metamorphosis
Known by few
Yet
Held sacred
By those who do

In your garden
As my laugh rings
In the air
Until
I am
Cocooned
Within your grasp

I change

I emerge

I become