through this day

reaching deep into this quiet

as the day around me screams

listening hard for the sound of you

the breath, the beating heart

feeling distance stretching

long and much too far

the need, the want, the ache

overwhelming me

I know that you are with me

connected through woven webs

yet today I feel trapped

dangling by a thread

I can hear your voice inside me

that musical sing song sound

curling up the side of my neck

calming unsettled nerves

I can feel your touch in my memory

the hard and soft of you

you have carved your name upon me

your absence today I feel

my hands are empty and fumbling

my footsteps waver and quake

unsteady and unbalanced

I am not myself today

close my eyes, deeply breathe

find my way back into you

my body moves with grace and ease

as we become one again

Open

Inspired by the poetry of my muse~
                                                      thank you for the editing help~

The shift has become her

and she, powerless

has decided to ponder surrender.

 

Beneath veiled eye

of a shadowed moon.

Two bodies interlaced

into dawn’s breaking rays.

 

Time spent binding souls

broken pieces of lives.

That simply drained

and could never be filled.

Footsteps now soft

bare feet and naked skin.

Adorned with nothing

but the scent of lust.

 

Want cradles desire

yet to be named.

Fascination and wonder

fiercely alive again.

 

Blush upon cheeks

musky scents.

Sweat upon skin

this is the texture of joy.

 

She wants to scream

but cannot.

Will not

and still she is at peace.

 

She knows…

none of this can she hide

 

from her lover’s eyes…  

 

How?

how does she know the scent of my skin

and feel my thoughts before I speak the words

how does she press her lips to mine

and I feel her nearly half a world away

how does she come into my room

when I lie asleep and let me feel her there

how does she know when I am afraid

and wrap herself around me in the dark

how can she hear the words unspoken

and count the pace of my breath without a sound

how does she understand this need

and fulfill so completely all of this want

how did she find her way so deeply

into the parts of me that I didn’t even know

how did she reconnect the pieces

 scattered without care about this room

how did she show me the meaning of trust

without ever having to  utter the sound of the word

how does she make me feel so strong

when I am openly surrendered to her

how did I find a way to open myself

and invite her into the very center of me

how did empty become so fully filled

sated yet still hungering voraciously

 

there is no how there is no why

she taught me there simply is

how, because we could

because we did

~for my muse~

Swim

she dropped the veil before me

and showed me her naked soul

she opened herself softly

and let me breathe her in

she wears the armor of a lifetime

of battles she has fought alone

unimaginable fortitude

silence her second name

she paints herself with a chiseled edge

yet in colours of softer hues

letting the eye distract the mind

from seeing too deeply in

the requisite trait of this virtue

immovable in her strength

firmly pressed against doors

opening and stepping in

she walks without hesitation

eyes and ears alert

gauging the landscape of her surroundings

before pausing to stand still

unlatching doors and turning on lights

leaving no stone unturned

dipping toes in the water

never fully submerged

last night she disrobed

standing fully in my view

walked to the water’s edge

and let the waves crash over her

she floated on its surface

on the crest of every wave

soft blonde hair darkening

as the water covered her

her body lithe and glistening

and the shimmer of midnight’s moon

like a dolphin leaping above the waves

and diving in again

slowly she surfaced from the sea

and stood tall within my gaze

she allowed me to wrap myself around her

and dry her soaking skin

she let me taste the salt

and breathe in the scent of the sea

until once again her skin became

warm to my touch

she leveled her eyes to mine

she smiled and held me close

she let me dress her slowly

before the sun rose again

~ a gift for my muse~

 

 

The Lesson~ letting go

this lesson far from being understood

something unleashed

wildly untamed

a force let loose

a feeling savage

raw, unnamed awake…

 

starting tightly bound

slipping slowly

floating lightly

just above the room

a soft exchange

words spent like time

passing into realms

where actions speak

slowly being taken

stretched and filled deep

pushed until the edges

cease to exist

caught in the wave

of the flowing back and forth

the axis of my balance

starts to spin

suddenly a shift, a switch

changing places

suddenly something

creeping over me

I move upon you

feeling like I own you

this need, desire

driving me beyond control

leading me from a depth

that has never been touched

emotion unleashed

that has always been restrained

letting go and allowing

all thought to leave my mind

opening to the body

feeling the soul

action becomes the measure

the tangible gauge

the visible expression

of what is felt

given name to things

that have never been expressed

the need to be heard

suddenly completely fulfilled

 

 

 

the lesson

there it is

I understand

what is learned

in the act

of letting go

~for my muse~

feeding the ache

the surface of my skin

has become a map

and she has begun

her voyage

the depth of my soul

has turned cerulean blue

and she has taken

to the sea

the ache in me

has become a sound

and she has begun

to sing

the life that had seeped

from the cracks upon me

has become

reborn again

 

it is something close to terrifying

the power that this woman holds

she has dug me up from the cold dead ground

and brought me to life again

she reaches into places

that had ceased to exist

that stopped breathing

lifetimes ago

with the touch

of her graceful fingertip

she has stirred

and awakened me

I quiver and shake

my body writhes

at the simple

introduction of her words

she has taught me

that the power I hold

is more than I

had ever allowed

allowed myself to be

allowed myself to feel

she fills me until I nearly explode

and then she says, ‘let go’

she treats me as if I honor her

when I am stripped bare and begging for more

and rewards me in ways that imagination

could not ever possibly dream

endless and without fail

I am never far from her

I feel her everywhere upon me

never left alone

with a skill that is driven by passion

a grace that is driven by lust

she has shown me what it means

to truly feel alive

I would eagerly bow in reverence

but she would tell me, ‘no’

she would tell me to stand before her

and look her in the eye

then she would take me slowly

until ravaged I would simply scream

her name would fall from my lips

and she would kiss me into sleep

~for my muse~

 

 

She Who Makes Me

she makes me feel like a newborn

come to be on this very day

opening eyes that have never seen

this life laid open at my feet

she has taken me to task

with intricate and precise plans

sending me on scavenger hunts

my list of treasures in hand

she carves out time and makes it stop

while she paints the walls of my room

covering them with beautiful imagery

that she wants only me to see

she is selfless I have said this before

but day after day she proves

that by never saying the words

she has shown me what she feels

she plays the role of teacher

with the patience of a saint

sometimes rote repetition

is the only way I can learn

I fight her at times, just like a child

kicking and stomping my feet

when I don’t get what I want

I have tried to run away

she leaves me to my pouting

but only long enough…

then like a wind coming through the trees

she announces her presence again

again with patience, and care

yet never doubt the strength

she has shown me that she will not give in

that I cannot push her away

she makes me want to be present

to be solidly, soberly aware

open to feeling pleasure

even when it comes with pain

she shows me the power of both

and how one compliments the next

she has taught me not to fight the pain

in surrender it slips away

she has taken me to another door

opened something deeper still

I have just awoken this morning

and the world looks different today

something in the silence is sweeter

the color of morning takes me in

for one who has always lived in the dark

this is more than simple change

she makes me feel like a woman

in ways that I never have

in physical form, my body

learning to feel alive

she tends to every part of me

places once left for dead

ignored and neglected

she revels in the wealth of their worth

I feel like a treasure in her eyes

I move toward the touch of her hand

overwhelmed in the most wondrous of ways

asked and allowed, to feel~

 

 

~for my muse~

 

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~

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