is this sweet tranquility
or
tortuous solitude?
either way,
Fortune smiles eternal.
soft and gentle memories
flow
past the edges of your soul,
and you yield,
as if to the silky brush
of a lover's lips.
a taste of the infinite
sharpens desire,
and you hunger
for what could be.
so, sweetness,
slip into these arms
and feel the colors
of our flame,
let us soar
together,
as lovers do.
let us drown our fears
in wonder
and mystery.
Category: Eros
rescue
calling out,
in need
of Love's lingering
touch,
Fate
& Hope remain,
lost to the terrible fury
of necessity.
a wild tempest of earthly delight;
leaves the pair drowning
in countless dreams,
forsaken
for the wonders
of the night.
wisps of dreams, and other hard currencies
ensorcelled
by Dawn’s sweet calm;
enraptured
by Dusk’s fiercely muted roar,
i find myself here alone,
with you
never to be found.
the very air sizzles
in between the errant
glide of silken miracles,
and the halting flow of
anticipation and
wonder.
a billion
tiny stars
exploding
all ’round
in a cacophony unexpected:
lights and smells dancing wild
and chaotic,
soothed only by a soul’s touch.
stimulated to the edge of ecstasy,
the beauty overwhelms,
but, my love,
please,
drink it all,
deeply and sinfully,
drink it all, and
seek nothing other
than that original bliss.
a realm of knowing,
infused with love
and the infinite of
possibility.
familiar brew
sliding
back
into simpler times
when hopes
&
cares were
one and the same. and
i
see
u
standing there waiting
so i warn you of the coming storm, and
you smile,
in that way that you do,
reciting fables,
as you tell me to shoo.
my light
shines brighter
in the shadow you cast,
yet still you bask adoringly
in the brilliance of my love
for you.
always
you.
the storm approaches.
and so we dance
as wildflowers do.
under the midnight sky.
we dance:
twin fires
scorched by the wonder of the other,
sinking into
forbidden delights;
true souls lost
to
the bliss
of an existence forgot.
How could we know
the power
we wield?
we are young,
we are eternal,
we are.
the center of it all
glancing deep,
into the nothing,
where
butterflies dream
of winter snows,
and
panthers roam
on silken roads,
i see
every single little thing…
i see
absolutely nothing at all.
In this perfect
unending
captured moment,
i am free of love
& fear
and the happy circumstance
that lies in between.
in short, my friend,
I am
here.
so,
when silver laced words crash
and tumble
across your chest,
awakening the golden dragons
within.
will you?
can you?
ignore the call?
Nothing needs
you,
and ditto you,
withall.
another day in paradise
the present hurtles
quickly without,
threatening
the serenity within.
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we
tumble together
through
mists & fantasm.
we lust,
we conspire,
we whet a growing desire.
I delve
deep
into
the truth
of you:
sly eyes look up,
expectant,
and a soft heart glows
dependant.
under a watchful Moon,
glistening bodies
bathed
in silver
lie,
empty
of hope
or pride.
a future written
is a future lost,
so we stay true
to love at every cost,
knowing dreams
carry a power untold,
feeding the flickering fire
of a happy wicked soul.
they call it human nature
fear rips away
at these wretched bones,
leaving behind the lie
of vulnerability.
this betrayal
of destiny,
this original
failure,
seethes within.
until,
fresh as butterfly's
breath,
Truth washes over me,
and i finally see.
and once again
i know,
what it means to be free.
Wild Woman
opened my soul,
and
my heart too.
slipped
unto my hearth
to fan my flames
with loving kindness,
tender wisdom
and,
her wild magic.
opened my heart,
and
my soul too.
days, weeks,
or centuries pass-
her mark is
indelible, and
infinite in its alchemy.
this soul is open
to the star fire within,
ready to unleash a love unfathomable
unto a Universe in need
of audacious miracles
and boundless possibility.
and I sally forth,
to open hearts,
and
souls too.
Truth
sneaking in
twixt memories of
a brighter future,
and love fulfilled,
it illuminates my way.
even as I feel the light
creeping up my spine,
I yearn for the security
of the enduring....
even as the intrepidity
of happenstance
haunts my every step,
the call of the familiar tugs
at my heart.
but this soul,
flickering with the waning spark of a supernova,
demands more.
Who am I to refuse?
found
searing, and
sawing
this nostalgic mist,
(where fairies
and demons
grapple in wild congress
to conceive dreams once thought inconceivable),
a golden truth
peirces through,
lighting this golden path
to ruin and glory.
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