head thrown back,
tendrils of her hair, a cascading fall of water and sense.
the dancing curve of her exposed throat,
a gasp caught there in the shadowsalive with promise.
the space behind the curving arch of her back,
hollow and hallowed, forgotten for the moment.
the press of parted lips against the space above her erratic heartbeat--
yours to claim, yours to cherish.
yours to satisfy.
here, there is no pride, no past, only passion shared.
here, you give in order to receive.
here, you are you until you are not--
until you lose a sliver of that unique identity to become something bigger;
abbreviated to us.
an allegiance of desire.
an alliance of submission.
a privilege of love.
SunriseYesterday, I had an epiphany.Sunrise4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It came to me in a flash, as epiphanies often do.
I realized that with some people, no matter your proximity,
your heart just finds ease and rest.
Your heart finds a home.
And the thing about homes is, they aren't perfect. Ever.
Happy homes aren't always happy, but love still fills them.
[anger isn't necessarily bad, either. we fight. we make up. ebb and flow.]
Good homes have laughter and tears.
Homes are safe places to be who we are on the inside, the real us.
Loving homes are places you grow as a person, places free from harsh and punitive judgments.
Home. Where your heart is [accepted, loved, never forgotten]
even when you leave. Especially then.
Your heart always has a home with me...because I love you.
Silver lined dreamswhen dawn breaks tinged with sorrowSilver lined dreams4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
internally dwelling creatures
caught in a maudlin stream.
our pain is unique and selfishly
overlook the simple
Orbitwe are writing in word circles,Orbit4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you and I;
adjacent circles that never quite connect.
my adjectives caress the spaces between your verbs and
our actions are colored with
yearning and deception,
friendship and truth.
we are like dedicated dancers whose skin will never touch,
scared to miss a step,
afraid to look away.
are we just going through the motions of this graceless tango?
who caught who in this interesting complication
we are making?
reality is layered between the steps, amid the sways.
shall we search for her today? you spin away to tomorrow.
why do you twist and turn around and about me?
why do I whirl an answer in kind?
thoughts tarry, doubts whisper
as the word circles grow.
is it really me you are inviting?
am I the one you are moving with?
or is there a partner I have yet to see,
perhaps one even you have failed to
Covered secretsCovered4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[an amber existence]
fragments of me trapped inside,
just as petrified.
©24 Jan 2012 dragon-fly-to-me All rights reserved
Of Holidays Pastof holidays pastOf Holidays Past4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a blur of impatience
are my memories.
I browse and graze
the delicacies of my thoughts,
filaments of days gone by.
tasty morsels of scents
forever seared into synapse
warm cinnamon apple pie.
my grandmothers prophetic whisper
haunts, "Cherish the quickly passing moment."
rooms filled with familiar voices
joy filled songs playing in the background
boisterous drunken shouts.
I hear a baby's gurgling laughter
as he is passed from one to another
dancing blue-green eyes like the sea.
time continues to covet
the flavor of new memories;
remembrances are woven and spun.
one day soon, I will whisper
the prophesies, and
Invisible wingsIdle invisible wings;Invisible wings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet to be used.
Far from impotent,
waiting for a favorable wind, a tidy stream of air.
Strength was built upon pain,
while love and devotion built devotion and love.
Longing to drink from the rim of sovereignty,
yearning to fly-
we wait, my wings and I;
and dream of the flawlessness found
in deep, soul felt happiness; it's undeniable promise
Recollectionyou are mystery,Recollection4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slipping through my fingers;
I had you once, didn't I?
Empty you awaken feelings with your wordsEmpty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the palm of her lined hand lies a glowing sphere of blue glass
swirling with shadows that reveal the future.
you are cautioned, "Do not look too deeply.
Some things are meant to remain unseen."
which drain in many places
enticed and without wisdom, you lean forward near her fingers
and the churning eddy of shifting shades inside the glowing orb catch flame.
instantly the viewer sees; the monsters have risen and taken hold!
she dares not gaze where you do; she sees it all reflected in the bottomless gray of your eyes.
because the heart you damaged
they see that which was meant to remain a mystery,
the slippery path, fraught with danger and pitfalls for those that you affect.
a white frozen landscape is laid out in the burning sphere, in the valley of your heart.
the silhouettes swirl and con
Worthy i treasureWorthy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that which is given
when i deserve it
i am undeserving of much...
A Memory to KeepallureA Memory to Keep3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fragments of a desire,
corseted and constrained,
grow as you incite
stowed away sentiments
kept for some deeper tomorrow
sharp and heady,
restore the strength of longing
the potency of pleasure
covering this archaic tapestry.
silent yearnings press against the
kissing the sensual lips
framing your vivid smile-
the straight line of your nose-
even the closed lids of your
sadly dressed eyes,
my lips part in anticipation-
my breath held hostage by
don't blame me, too.
you are just so beautiful.
31 December 2011
TemptatiousI amTemptatious4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
delicate and yielding
like a memory wrapped in mussed silk crimson sheets
as strong as steel
forged by the heat of your hands and the melt of your mouth
exposed and fragile
like the delicate rushing point just before the crashing climax
bound by the power of chemistry, beyond the point of return
hearts and hips surging
Everlasting While Night's smile lingers,Everlasting4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as he pursues the moon nestled deep within the sparkling sky-
place your dreams in a kiss upon your hand and whisper them softly skyward.
Waiting, I shall catch them with my smile and hide them within my heart,
keeping them warm with the breath of my erratic heartbeat.
But, as only the best things do, it will only last as long as forever.
Forever is all I have to offer.
While the distance between us and Forever creeps steadily forward,
I will gently descend into your silence and know;
your desires, I will fulfill.
VerbalizeAsk me.Verbalize4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just be brave and ask the damn question, for God's sake!
But first, pull your bloody claws from the marrow of my bones once and for all, won't you?
The years have left my unseen skin covered in a million bruises
from words hurled and tossed and weighed against time and I,
both of us guilty as sin, in your brown flecked green irises.
You sought to collect for damages,
seeking some restitution you thought you were owed
against the both of us.
She seems to have fared better than I,
immune and apathetic, carrying her burden without a backwards glance.
I need a little of what she has.
Drape your words in color too, please; I don't see things in only black and white.
Toss the letters; speak the thing that creeps like a murderer from your mouth,
Hunger Pains..Hunger Pains4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I dreamt and I dreamt and I dreamt of you.
I was filled to overflowing with promise wrapped in malachite colored wishes.
You were deliciously mine in that cloud of imaginings you arrived upon.
And I loved you there,
under brilliant Technicolor rainbows
covering bittersweet chocolate rivers.
Soft and supple; the shafts of golden light pouring in from the dark tantalized.
You were defined, clarified, delineated.
I was enlightened.
Luminous, you asked me to dance among the willows, sweet grass and wildflowers.
and we danced and we danced and I laughed silent until breathless-
and in my loss of breath, that moment of strangled sleep drenched death,
my eyes opened to save me.
Lungs filled and dark eyes opened, I felt a borrowed bed under my hip, the same under my breast.
Nonentityjumbled bits of lemon colored paper.Nonentity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the scent of freesia and betrayal.
passion seeps from your eyes, your lips, your disease.
you make me happy, you make me laugh.
why am I crying?
a hot knife slips into the
intercostals of delusion.
scattered fragments of paper
stained with tears and blood.
are we weeping? can I hear you laughing?
raindrops magnify distant faces
into facets of emptiness.
a kaleidoscope of nothing
you offer the paper to the wind;
errant, it drifts to places you cannot soar.
miasma eclipses the night
the freesia is cloying, choking.
I should lie upon it and be engulfed!
my face turned to the stars,
begging their light to free this soul.
once, you made me laugh.
Finding Peaceshe is like a golden sickleFinding Peace4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
piercing dark purple velvet,
carving a place for diamonds
to dance and fly.
observing her rise and descent,
I dream of dwelling in the curve of her breast
feeling each stroke against the night,
lying in that silent sacred bow.
I marvel, watching diamonds fall
absorbing their heat as they brush my face,
illuminating my endless wonder-
I revel in her magic, her power.
Loss of MemoryI forgot.Loss of Memory4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a tragedy that I failed to remember
just how fond I am of the naked,
waiting space on a man's neck
where his clavicle meets his throat.
It is just perfect for my mouth.
I can run my imagination, and my tongue,
along the inflexible structure under the skin
delicately sink the flexible tip
into the shadowy curve behind it.
The slight tang and salty flavor
of his warm, now wet skin under my mouth-
I forgot how good it tastes, how superb it smells-
as I pursue the rest of his body with the restless
press of mine.
Worn Empathyyou and I have a bit of a problem.Worn Empathy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think you might be in the dark about a few things
why don't I shed a little light.
you crave my kindness, my clever words, you ask for more
and yet you return them with a sardonic slap
why? (rhetorical question here, please don't bother answering.)
are you so skeptical of a kindness that you request
that you give in to your fear and strike to hurt?
let me tell you a tiny trifling little secret you can't hurt me.
(I said that very slowly and with a modest amount of sneering venom.)
because guess what, little one?
I have looked evil in the eye, I have had its stinking form cover me
once upon a time I tasted betrayal drenched in words of love
and even worse, I lost blood of my blood before she ever felt my kiss.
there are scars upon this self, this soul, that will never make it to paper
and yet still-
I can reach inside and hovering close to the surface of my being
is a deep well of compassion and love that never see