like dandelion
puffs
scattering before the wind,
a million possibilities
of hopeful delight
burst forth.
truth,
like love,
finds her way home again.
Category: What it is
the reKindling
ashes
now brushed to the corner.
pride tucked away:
under my chin.
some flames are eternal.
so time,
to rise
again.
Delight
Spring’s lushness,
light with pleasure,
calls,
through
the calming wind.
sun washed
skin
tastes of
bliss,
and sin.
come walk
under the cypress,
your body
with mine,
and
let us sing.
together
muse-worthy ramblings
lost
in the blur
and rush
of moments past,
each tumbling
wildly into a slippery future,
I wait
for
you
spring’s last dance
dancing lights
scurry twixt
unfurling leaves.
bewitched by the flutter
of bats’ wings
Sun
waiting without
burning
within….
such
pleasure
cannot be
sin.
I
want
you
to
want me.
let us not
wait, and
gather
this wanting
into
a storm
bursting with furious bliss.
let this desire
flow
between
you
and
me,
like a stream,
swirling
with hidden delights.
revival
springing
forward
into the arms of
destiny.
falling
backwards
into the devouring chasm
of hope.
flying:
soaring:
being:
free.
brave.
human.
one touch to my soul
sparks
the fiery divine.
let me
touch you back
with this
spark of mine….
Our flame
lighting this world
with love
and
fulfilling desire
Invisible
My magic
keeps me
invisible.
My magic
devours
whole worlds and
leaves me
free
to feast.
My magic
keeps me
safe
from you,
and all the fierce love
you bring to bear.
My magic
hides me
in the shadows,
but I want to be seen
shining
with dark beauty.
Rise (again and again)
sometimes
that flame that burned so bright
fades
under
the fear
and malaise….
like day old mayonnaise.
but only sometimes….
(all the time).
until you rise
again.
Spring Nebula
up
‘tween bud and
branch,
magic swirls with
wispy hints of abundance
that cloud
these eyes,
drowning
in a deluge
of hope.
and a pigeon poops.
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