If I saunter slowly under the moonlit sky will you stop me and swallow me whole?
Your sweet presence surrounds me squeezing away any hope I had of escaping
I love your warm lips and the feel of your kiss and the way your mouth explores my neck
I love your strong shoulders and tan, muscular chest and the way your hands fondle my breasts
Take me back, take me away, take these tears and fears and run with me to an unexpected place
If you take me under the moonlit sky, sweep me off my feet, stop me and swallow me whole
I will love your warm lips while they explore my neck and beg you to touch me some more.
O’ why can’t I get out of here! Is it comfort, malaise, or not knowing how to deal?
I stare blankly into your eyes and you grasp me firmly in your arms- I scream, let me go!
You look away and then turn back with tears- what story line have you dreamed up?
This is it, yes is it, there is no other way. I push you off the cliff and you holler, still holding my hand.
We lay beside each other on the ground, black eyes shining- and a single raven…circling around.
Cranberry lips leave a thin line around the rim
He doesn’t remove it- thinks it’s hot and I’m fine
Wet lips explore his mouth and he tastes me like sweet candy
Relishing the intimate moments we’re daring to share
In the quiet of the moonlight we take our time to touch
To feel his large hands cupping me it’s almost. too. much.
Love or lust? Does it matter? Do I care?
His dark eyes and warm tan body makes me want to sin
Suddenly we are skin to skin and my hand rubs up and down him.
Bending down on my knees looking through the keyhole at their secretive display
My curiosity overcoming any rational thinking as only Primitive Brain remains
Erupting flames from their fire catch me off guard and I fall back with a thud-mouths frown
Only slightly interrupted all I see is the red, curly hair on her head bobbing up and down
Trying to mask my need and wanting while watching this treasure trove of pleasure
I hear the doorknob turn as I fall face first into their storm
Though I’m caught red handed and embarrassed by my distaste-
He raises me from the floor, grabs my waist and shuts the door…
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Blending memories with the weighted glare of her disconcerted eyes, I wonder…
Was it my fault he left her for another woman as he gripped her son good-bye?
The drama builds in my terminally odd mind filled with casual complacency
From the ledge I look up at the lucky stars and feel regret rain down from the sky
When suddenly I turn around, it’s her.
As I tumble to my death, I let out a helpless cry.
I’m breathless, from running in the meadow deep∼while trying to distinguish the weeds from the trees
I’m panting, mouth open and pleading for more ∼so restless, still moving my tongue back and forth
I’m wanting, from wandering around in the snow∼licking my lips and savoring the cold
I’m falling, from slipping on rocks in the brook∼rubbing my thy up and down where it hurts
I’m confusing sleep with being awake∼fading in and out of dreams as the blood starts to seep.
I watched you kill me a thousand times in life∼before you actually made me die
and now I write to you from the other side∼to say good-bye, beloved Night.
Haunted by your frightening memory and the stormy passion we displayed
I’m now lost amidst the abyss of darkness that surrounds me day after day.
The black sky rains silver streaks of lightning and waves of regret
I look down at vivid colors∼the brilliant display is heaven unabated.
So you finally did it, succeeded in your scheme, but now, my thoughts of you have faded
from somewhere in-between I write to you, my killer∼to say good-bye, beloved Night.
Under the surface of the water she lifts her weary eyelids up and peers
at the sunlit streaming rays pouring through the waves into her soul.
She looks down at her bruised and beaten body-though quite useless at this point
As it lays on the ocean floor beneath.
Shewing the biting fish away she wonders why her spirit hasn’t departed
one way or the other…
Why this hesitation? Why did they leave her behind in the sea?
There are questions to ponder-but somewhere in the wonder
of being caught, in-between, is a revelation of life itself.
She turns and floats deeper into the murky water…
Death came calling but she did not answer.
She envies me the way I play not wanting to give anything away
Her soul knows no bounds and I rest in that fact as I study her every day
Big green eyes with specks of hazel high cheek bones etched as stone
She kneels by the water peering in I wonder what she’s thinking- lost and crazed.
Some former lover have her attention? A personal tragedy making her dazed?
Her frame is worn by weather and time but still I find her being sublime
All the experience, all the things she’s seen..I want to pry it from her fixed eyes
Tell me a story of time gone by, new buildings birthed and old ones brought down.
Couples falling in love and giving birth, the aging families she’s watched as she lounges in the park.
I suppose we’ll leave details for another day because, yet again, she gives nothing away.