The postings on this site are both fictional and non-fictional. It consists of short stories, some prose and a lot observations. Entries marked by an asterisk indicate non-fictional content.
Monday, February 28, 2011
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.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
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.
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.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
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.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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.
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