Ignition

A simple kiss became one
that swallowed us whole.
Every nerve in our bodies is wide awake,
desiring attention that will not be ignored.
I draw you into me and wrap myself
around you.
It feels as though your waist was meant
to be encircled by my legs.
I hold you tight and I do not dare let go,
not even of your gaze.
We are one.  Only you and I exist
in this place.
We move like the ocean and
touch like a soft breeze,
deliberate and flowing, yet so subtle.
Within our beings resonates a hallelujah
to deep to cross our lips in words
but is expressed in every exhale and soft cry.
Thankfully time stands still in our
heaven of ecstasy and candle light.
Here your taste, the way you feel and
smell will be burned into my mind.
My desire for you now sits deep in my heart.

Lay Me Down

I lay here between soft sheets, wrapped in the pleasant
scent of lavender and sandal wood.  I start to think about
the significance of a bed.
Some are born here and some leave this world here.
Intimacy reigns, desires fulfilled and love is affirmed here.
Loss is mourned and pain slowly leaves here.
Fears take grip and loneliness is felt here.
Sickness is healed and soreness is soothed here.
Fantasies are entertained and dreams soar here.
Prayers are cried out and are heard by God here.
So you can see why I do not feel comfortable in another bed -
I just feel too much to have a peaceful rest.

Hope Calls

The ocean begs me, pleads me then pulls me out -
I am a captive of it's current.
My hope is that I will wash upon your shore and
you will kiss the salt from my lips.
Fold me into your arms and let me press my ear
against your chest,
I want to hear the beating of your heart.
Make love to me, not flesh to flesh, as sex has no
place here right now.
No, instead intertwine your fingers with mine.
Walk with me though the tide pools,
discovering the rich life among the rocky places
and the honesty between ourselves.
Tell me your dreams and I will tell you mine.
Believe in me as a woman and I will believe
in you as a man and the purpose of
our love.
I do not want to return to that cold, silent
world -
keep me warm here with your trust and faith.

The Broken Line

I stand on the platform alone, your train long gone,
paralyzed with grief to deep to cry.
Stuck in my throat are the three words you wanted
so bad to hear, simple words that would have changed
everything, but fear got in the way.

There is no reason to go home now, the house is cold
and empty without you.
Nothing left for me to do but lay down on the tracks,
press my ear against the rail, close my eyes and listen
to you slip away.

Quench

My mouth like gauze, my throat like sun washed clay.
To have just one taste, to have relief wash over my tongue -
That would be heavenly.

Dynamic tension surges through me, I cannot grasp
moderation -
One blissful sip will lead to my drowning.

Satisfaction at a price, like always.

*Gouge

No matter how hard I try, I can not move fast enough.
I feel as though I'm moving through a viscous substance
and my body is betraying me.

He gains on me, this faceless man.

My heart pounds in my throat, my chest aches for air.
I am unable to scream because I have been silenced by
unimaginable fear.

The knife plunges between my shoulder blades with
searing force.  I feel my life flow down my back in a
warm rush.

I have surrendered to the knowledge that it is over and
now I know what it feels like to be prey in a predators mouth.
Thankfully I fade into a gentle numbness...

I am startled awake, unable to wrap my fourteen year-old mind
around such a dream.

*Disconnected

I enter the cold, abandoned room.  My eyes are quickly drawn to a deep window sill.  There sitting alone, is a telephone.  Perhaps three-quarters of a century old it, has become a forgotten relic of the past....




A sort of melancholy drags through my heart.  I long to pick up the receiver and feel it's weight in my hand, to press the cold hardness against my warm ear, and sense the mouth piece against my lips.
                                                
I would like to talk to a spirit from the past.  What would they tell me, that they were happy here?  That life was too difficult and joy came only in fleeting moments?  I try and imagine the conversations that flowed through this wire.  Maybe a peevish exchange between two disgruntled neighbors, the wonderful news of the birth of a child, the downcast delivery of a death in the family or a covert conversation between a man and his mistress?   

A thousand or more discussions shared through this line, bridging time and space.  Connecting two people with the power of the spoken word.  I find it eerie, in a lovely sort of way that I am completely detached from the present.  I do not want to leave this place for fear that I will be forced to relinquish all that I feel and what emotion that was stirred here will be forgotten - like this old telephone.