Showing posts with label fight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fight. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Ember


a list of directions

intricate, almost painstaking

steps to take

cautions to be wary of

something akin

to a road map

attention to all detail

before the adventure began

this was to be

an escapade into pleasure

into loss of inhibition

into letting go

but deeper it went

digging into cores

intensity felt

beyond all scope of thought

it began slowly

with a battle

a challenge of will

fighting inner beasts

words spoken steady

in solid unbroken lines

lining the sides of the path

leading the way

pushing against anger

against pressure against fear

against the feeling

that giving in is taking away

the unwavering voice

continues its ministrations

and illumination breaks

and causes a shift

softening to your words

the sound of you

actions begin to mimic

what is said

taken slowly in to your rhythm

lost in the drifting wave

caught by the heat

that has found the center of me

floating as if safely tethered

no fear of falling away

an act of letting go

just became real

pure unblemished submission

surrendered unto you

rewarded with something

altogether unknown

a state of euphoria

never before experienced

body and soul taken

far beyond limit’s restraint

lost in pleasure’s playground

safe beneath your hand

all hesitation forever

left behind
 
 
~for my muse~
thank you for the title...

 

 

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

dis~honest


things that cling and stick to me

things I cannot shake.

the tremors that leave me stumbling

unable to walk straight lines.

it is not in the light of day

that I struggle to connect the dots.

it is when the shadows fall down low

that I fall between the cracks.

it is in the corners and crevices

that I have learned to hide.

like a spider that skips away

from the edge of the sweeping broom.

under the legs of tables

or that ever rocking chair.

weaving a web of intricate lines

that never reveal their truth.

last night in a dream

I saw rows of bottles lined up on the floor.

and no one in the room

would ask what they were for.

avoidance was the underlying

metaphor of the dream.

again back to the premise

of hiding it all away.

perched in this corner here in my web

catching unwitting prey.

walking, obliviously close

to a dangerous place to be.

unseen evil a present threat

honesty has slipped through the cracks.

I’m even lying to myself now

in this wickedly scripted play.