Philosophically Speaking the World in Motion
Unfurled, my spirit sails on warm currents
Long held in check by fear and convention
Now called forth by whispered promises
Earthbound no more, I dance on moonbeams
Your dark essence penetrates my solitude
Filling me with light and heated supplication
Higher, more and where have you been
7-October-2015
The storm rumbles above
Menacing on far horizons
White capped waves roll ashore
Erasing my presence with each crash
I stretch towards jagged lightening
The wind scourges me clean
Pushes me towards the unknown
As it pulls me from all I was
Away from you, from your grip
I am drifting above the vortex
Spotless, with only a memory of pain
Doors slam behind me, audible and shattering
Ahead tinged with pinks and gold
Futures call my many names
A demand I choose
How can I elect just one of the many
The Protector, the Provider, the Lover
Who will step forward to Be
As silken chains fall from me into the maelstrom
I become nomadic a drifter
Just me, my monsters
My memory, which is gentler
Than you were
12-September-2015
I heard your voice
You whispered be still
My blood roared in my veins
Rushing to the surface
Heating my skin with longing
I sensed your breath
You blew gently first
I stilled as commanded
Melting as our breath tangled
I felt your fingertips
You stroked down my center
My own breath caught
Held in wait for you
I recognized your desire
Matching my own
Winding silk ribbons between us
Unbridled passion pulsing
I knew you
Reached for you
Welcomed you in my darkness
Bound you to me
30-August-2015
You took my breath and held it
Pressing me down
Stretching me tight
Gravity pulls and pulses
Across a sapphire sky
Of brilliance and diamonds
Whispers of wind bend me
Drawing out an arc
Of whispered need, want
Demands for air, my breath
Returned to me
Along with mercy
24-Aug-2015
I remember, a touch on my skin
Trails of cool against my heat
Whispered demands for more
Indolent breezes scented with twilight
Remind me, of you of something
I remember, a cry in the night
Sighed across bruised lips
Joined by your own glad call
Rhythms of the rain on my window
Remind me, of you of something
I remember, the touch of silk
Wrapped on my wrist
Binding me to your need
Salted caramel skin and crashing waves
Remind me, of you of something
Of disappearing, of being invisible
Fear rises up through haze and history
Ask me what I cannot tell you
You chipped at the ice encasing me
Feelings tumble from my lips, uncensored
I fling them outward, unthinking
Uncaring of their trajectory
Now I am afraid of their landing
Will they fall softly, lightly welcomed
Caught by a heart ready for my utterances
Or will they damage a fragile bond
As if you are their only target
Through the haze of history my words run
My fears manifest become your pain
Unknowingly twist both our souls
Expressions unrestricted by walls we battered
Will our hearts survive, I wonder
Do you wonder too
12-July-2015
Don’t ask me to stop
Not today, when things are needed
Don’t ask me to be still
Not when the world spins
You are not here, when promised
Don’t ask me to peel away strengths
To forget who I am, who I fought to be
To feed your need to take care of me
I do not need to be taken care of
Not as I once thought I did
In yesterday’s fraught with fear and lies
Of living on my knees
I rose up through the filth
I fought through my monsters
Caging them in a perfect mind
Dancing with them to exhaustion
I rose up victorious even in pain
Don’t ask me to stop and wait
Don’t ask me to be less
Tell me instead you embrace my strength
Run to catch me, laughing in celebration
16 June 2015
Stroke my skin with fire
Brand me with my own need
Sooth me with a touch
Fingertips, across chilled skin
Melt the ice encasing my heart
Lips silken on my breastbone
Tracing lines across unhealed wounds
Filling fissures with molten heat
Drawing poison up from depths
With a lash of braided leather
Caressing fears away as sighs deepen
The wild calls with plangent cries
The answering, release me, bring me
Enslave me, strokes your long banked fire
Bring on the storm
I am not afraid
Perhaps a little frightened
Still I say, bring on the tempest
Let it rage through me
Cleanse me of my fears
Replace them with nothing
Or with furious desire
Burning through tethers
Binding me to history
Forcing me inside of myself
Away from my desire
Bring on the storm
I am not afraid
I am a little terrified
Unchained from my history
As I scatter in the gale
Of delight and freedom
Lifted up on spread wings
Reaping the wind and ions
Swept away in ecstasy
Bound by something new
9 – April – 2015
When I dance again
I think I will wear Scarlet
A petticoat of brilliant red
That shows as my hips wind
To the rhythm of island song
Or the beat of entwined hearts
When I see you next
I think I will wear Scarlet
A corset with blood red ribbons
One that stops my breath
Stops yours too, when you know
I have worn this for you
When I marry again
I think I will wear Scarlet
For all the world to see
A petticoat of spun silver
Ribbons of golden light
But a dress of gossamer Scarlet
All of me come together
When I wear Scarlet
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27 March 2015
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