Tag Archives: #desire

At the End Of the Day

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You are the one I should run from,

Yet I continue to run to you;

A bad boy of epic proportions, and I smile

When you flirt, rivulets of destiny coursing

Across the landscape, leading to you…

I see you standing there and think you must

Taste like crushed sunshine on the rocks,

Poured into a tall glass for me to drink up

 

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The Deepening

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Sometimes the words fall, down steps, end over end, until they land in a place that I may not recognize but I feel right at home in.

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The Deepening

Do you retreat to some golden beach

Where fair-haired girls frolic;

Or do you ride the blue waves,

Teasing a dark door of despair

With your gentle knuckles,

Clenched in need around the firm

Stem of desire, passion revealed

In wavering sashays of your golden

Hips; a self-imposed border,

A mime’s cry, only

To procure orchestral resonance

When you whisper my name

 

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The Deep Blue

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I understand you, in the way that the planets understand the universe

Sealed in some effortless way,

Our connection bound to promises

 

Made in that unspoken language of need,

In an uncomposed melody of the heart;

I felt your rhythm at once and you entered my soul;

 

I am the cynic.

You cast me into the murky waters of belief, and I,

I surrendered to the wave

 

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The Yearning

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I took the first step, struggling on feeble legs and allowed the weight of my body to fold me like an accordion to the floor. You should have been there, to catch my fall, to thwart my attempt to remain strong when weakness threatened my porous soul. A rapture of sorts, I was taken up in a cloud heavy with confusion.

Uncertainty cast a long shadow and I found myself huddling in its darkest corner. You were once the light that rescued me. How has my independence come to this place, of need and requisition for supplication? And would that prayer be answered, even if blood flowed from the worn flesh of my knees?

Significant, in that way one reaches epiphany from blunder, I accepted the profusion of the unknown. One silent sky above me echoed the glorious breath shared between your lips and mine. Sundry needs ensued.

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Balanced Diet

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Do not offer me dessert,

I need more than a temporary high;

I seek to be well fed

 

I’ve worn broken bones,

Suffered broken dreams

I’ve lost myself to a broken heart,

Recovered to let myself go again

 

Into that place where trust becomes

A dagger pushing into the deepest places,

Testing resistance, the breath catches

 

Bleed tears that flow

Until they dam

Against promises, hushed whispers, sentimental feelings

 

Your smile, pressed into my existence,

Your dreams intertwined with mine

Your love, a healing balm, soothing the

Ache of a soul on fire

 

Layers of seduction form within a

Palette desiring gratifying flavors

My appetite is whet…

 

Do not offer me dessert

 

 

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Yes

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Yes, you can be my Vodka, as you surely ease my pain;

Your love provides the comfort from the pelting rain

I’ll share my loving lips, my thirst is quenched in you,

I’ll drink you full forever more, I find my soul in you

If my heart should ever ache, I’ll pour you full once more

You sate my thirst through and through, for it is you I adore

 

The Other One

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He approached, she accepted. Hands touched, the feeling electric. She reached in for a kiss, his eagerness for her revealing itself with the hunger of man who wanted to be fed. Courageous with her heart, she poured her love out like warmed sweet cream butter, hot and thick, its taste sufficient to satisfy.

Time desired to flow into eternity this way, but for the other one.

The other one held his sway through masterly manipulation, striking fear in him knowing his limitations better; not to mention a ring and those long-ago regrettable vows. She had a keen awareness of his paranoia and like a vulture picking at a roadside carcass, attacked his anxieties and insecurities. Even when a day of certain freedom was offered to him he couldn’t take hold of it because he knew she held his greatest treasures in her pocket; otherwise, by his own confession, he would have seized freedom long ago.

She forced his affections to lean her direction, well practiced in the art of emotional extortion but still he had a choice. He chose to be her puppet. He failed to have the guts for glory, allowing defeat to prickle the path of least resistance he must now walk.

Should his mind wander to those thoughts of momentary happiness, comfort and deep satisfaction he’d once sought, he can only try to soothe himself with a cold blanket of regret. After all, fear is powerful but cowardice deserves nothing more than the ever-present longing for that which has slipped through the fingers like dust.

 

 

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Ornamental Wisdom

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This is the freedom of the spirit,

Soaring to reach the unknown when,

In the course of measured responsibility, bands are broken;

Invisible, self-imposed obstacles shattered.

Whisper in my ear the truth of your own desires

They are there, in wait, in want.

Desperation feeds exuberance or solitude,

Could go either way –

Will you take the chance with me?

Will we find ourselves on the cusp of exhilaration, or be

Discovered plunging into a loveless silence?

I’d rather know than not.

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Declaration

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proclaim with boldness,

your love, as it were

your desires; but if it be

freedom your heart seeks,

Declare with resolute certainty

so that no man or woman can

misunderstand or wonder at the

intentions –

 

Caution: search the shoreline of your

existence, as Resistance approaches;

are you willing to bloody your own hands?

for a chance at independence…