Tag: poetry

Respite

When the hurt is overwhelming, I sink inside my mind.

In that moment, the mixture, the symphony is respite.

The soft of one, hard of the other.
The chivalry of one, demands of the other.
The gentle words of one, the harsh curses of the other.
The sweet hopes of one, the dark fantasies of the other.

It’ll never be, my dark knight in white armor. It’s just a dream.

To accept the limitations,
To enjoy the experimentations,
To tolerate the lack of ministrations,
To be at peace with adaptations.

My neediness resigned. My fantasy remains hidden. My world in reality?

Is the love enough to curse the hurt away?
Is his heart strong, can it keep mine in play?
Can the needs of our family keep my needs at bay?
Can MY heart handle this constant sway?

These chains that keep me, bind me, to a life I should hold dear, are they deformed?

The reality is simple, the fantasy complex,
The reality neglects, the fantasy expects,
The reality agrees, the fantasy objects,
The reality is limited, the fantasy reflects.

In this moment, the mixture, the symphony, is respite.

But then the hurt returns.

And I do it again.

I torture myself.

For neither has an end.

Happy Girls

If you ever see a photo of yourself laughing and wish you looked that good all the time…
If you ever just feel terrible, and don’t think anything could lift your spirits…
If you ever hurt, inside your heart, in the way that women know all too well…
If you ever look in the mirror and hate what you see…
If you ever cry yourself to sleep and wake up in the morning with puffy eyes and blotchy skin…
If you ever stand in front of your lover and wonder why you don’t see heat in their eyes…

Smile, pretty girl.

Smile the kind of smile that reaches your eyes and your heart.
Smile the kind of smile that makes your jaw ache.
Smile the kind of smile that feels wrong and false until it doesn’t.
Smile the kind of smile that you get when you dream.
Smile the kind of smile that your mother, child, best friend or puppy gets to see everyday.
Smile the kind of smile that says, “fuck me, I want you.”

Just Smile, pretty girl.

Because no matter what is going on,
That Smile will make it better.

(click through on the picture for an amazing article from The Golden Girl)

mine

kissYour breath mixes
with mine,

Your heart beats
with mine,

Your tongue dances
with mine,

Your lips mesh
with mine,

Your fingers entwine
with mine,

Your body connects
with mine,

Your moans harmonize
with mine,

Your arousal combines
with mine,

Your love tangles
with mine,

Your spirit agrees
with mine,

Your soul becomes mine.

 

 

Whirl

Gripped perilously in the loop
around and around
a faulty spinner.

Suspended and dangling
back and forth
a swinging pendulum.

The speed varies each day
quick and slow
a broken metronome.

Undulating through the air
up and down
an infinite roller coaster.

Please cut me down
catch and keep
this befuddled butterfly.

I don’t want to whirl any longer.

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Resolute

More beautiful than ever before, I wait for you to take what is yours.

Aware of and in love with every
Curve, Bend, Fold, Point, and Dip, I silently will you to explore.

My wild but silky mane calls for your grip.

My soft and supple lips beg for your kiss.

The sweet smell of my skin beckons to be inhaled.

The tender flesh of my neck temps you to bite.

My tight peaked, heavy breasts long for your plying fingers.

My round, luscious ass bewitches you with its sway.

The length of my legs, perfect for wrapping around you.

The delectable, warm and wanton petals between them drip to be manipulated by you.

My nibble fingers, anxious to explore  your form.

My hungry mouth, desperate for a taste of your pleasure.

And the replete emptiness at my core cries out to be forced open and filled by you.

The perfection of my femininity should have you swimming in arousal.

And you will be, filled with desire and anticipation, every time you look at me.

I will make you want me.

I am resolute.

Desperation

Clinging to this strand of sanity,
Gazing upward at the strong, barren ground I lept from,
Then downward at the foggy, misty, opulent gorge below.

Only a silken thread holding me between the life I knew and the one I believe I desire.

But He still grips the ledge.
He will not slide down with me.

I slip further and further from him, as the thread stretches between us.
This strand of sanity threatening to break.

If he’d follow, we could slide down together, embark on this beautiful journey as one.

If the line snaps, I will free fall into oblivion.

I’ve already taken the leap, Sir.
I’m sorry I lept before you were ready.
I cannot climb back up.
Please join me…
Before it’s too late.

Wasted Words

For far too long, they went unsaid.
Piling and crowding, inside my head.

Now, it seems, they flow with ease.
But still, they miss their mark to please.

They escape in torrents, flooding space.
But those they are meant for, dodge them with grace.

So, once again, my voice goes unheard,
My mind bogged down, with wasted words.

I'm Yours

Confined within the shell of my heart,
But calmed by your possession, in part.

Breathing in the control you exert,
And aroused by your command, and the hurt.

Buried beneath the layers of pain,
I release something that is not named.

My mind which seems always the boss,
Is quickly denied, and I enjoy the loss.

When you called me your bitch,
You more than satisfied that itch.

Humiliation pushes me past my limit,
And in your design, you know how to spin it.

Corner me,
Control me,
Make me,
Evade me,
Hurt me,
Love me,
Have me….

Take me.

I’m yours.

Patience

I believe if patience were human, he would be a man.

Maybe an arrogant man, with time on his side,
Definitely a dominant man, with will and might,
The boyish instinct to tease and torture,
And confident, with no desire to improve…
Or impress.

He lounges, smirking insolently, enjoying every plead.

Just like a man.

He slips through your fingers and drives you insane.

Just like a man.

He often leaves you, when you need him most.

Just like a man.

He sometimes comforts you, and in those moments, you love him.

Just like a man.

Drawing you in, enough that you’ll stay true.

Just like a man.

But not quite satisfying every desperate ache…

Just like a man.

In those moments, when he stands at your side and holds your hand,

Or wraps you within his embrace, protecting you from misery,

Or nibbles your neck and shoulder with that sweet anticipation of what you believe will come…

You adore him.
You become his.

And then he disappears,
Just like a man.

Love on your mind

Your words in my head,
Kiss on my neck,
Soul in my heart,
Hand in my hair,
Fingers around my neck,
Breath in my lungs,
Mind on my love…

Your mind on my love….

Everything stops,
The world stands still,
Our bodies connect,

Is my love on your mind?

Time speeds up,
Minutes fly,
Hours soar,
The night leaves,
The new day begins,
Sleep evaded,
Lost in a heartbeat,
Mind on my love…

Your mind on my love…

Is my love on your mind?