All of me

Written on my skin

The silent kiss

Of loneliness

Bitter in it’s proximity

To love

Dancing along

The curve of my throat

Longing to be

Caressed

If I curl against you

Will you squeeze it

Out

Chase it away

With the rasp of your

Beard

Clutch, bite, grip

Until my mind is

Of us

Instead of

Just me?

Will you smooth

The wrinkles from

My heart

With whisper soft

Touches

Until my head is cool

Instead of flaming?

Will you fill my soul

With the breath of

Harmony

So that the silence

Might leave

My bones?

Take it all

As much as you can stand

Every secret

Each truth

All of me

Folded tightly

Into the unending pleasure

Of being

Enough

Because

Being wanted

By you

Is exactly what it takes

To drive

Away

The dark

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Born from Ashes by Ketixrei
Born from Ashes by Ketixrei via DeviantArt.com

it burns
fierce and brilliant
scorching every surface
inside and out
engulfed completely
for eternity
or just a day
until it finally dims
falling
down
to a fine silken dust
with magic daring enough
to stand against
a storm
raging winds, torrential rain
the wicked clap of
fate’s thunder
shaking it into thin
hills and valleys
tributaries of God’s anger
opening in the cracks
filling with the dark rain
of days gone
but when the clouds part
something stirs from within
a thing born without
fear or pain
simply awakening
a fluttering that presses ashes
into wings
glowing like ropes of sunshine
lighting up
the dark
coaxing itself loose
free
to open it’s wings
in fluid breaths
sending death
to the wind
with a flurry of hopes
dreams
and
wonder
gone
but not without leaving
scars
behind

Runaway

image

She longs to disappear, to the ocean, to the coast. Let salty air cleanse her weary heart. Feel the fine sand soothe her broken soul. Allow the tepid water to wipe her troubled mind. Send her spirit into the white capped waves, to escape.

She dreams of being free, nothing to tether her to this world or the next. Nothing making demands of her, no responsibilities to consider, no expectations to manage, no one to hurt her…

But no one to love.

Runaway… Run back home. Be loved. Be present. Be real.