I am nothing without the seas essence embracing me with salt laced kisses reminding me of yesterdays lessons an echo of the love i’m missing from every day wishes I am nothing without the seas essence.
For a fleeting moment space was mine
designed beyond sight
Vulnerability of heart, takes flight
as thought and words soon fly.
If asked, I’d sit three seats to the left
Somewhere between here and mars
I’d converse silently, just me and the stars
and declare my wishes to skies of dark.
It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.
Those twinkling lights have long known your name,
In twilight battles to drive the devil insane
I tell Selene my secrets
I’m not sure she hears and never certain it matters…
I’m not always sure anything matters Living seems only to flatter
We’re specks trying to etch our names into the infinite
spending lifetimes searching
hopelessly for the lost scent of a love we once had
And in the grander scale of things
Have you ever watched the intrinsic
workings of an introverts soul?
We hide deep within the shadows
listening as shoes are worn tread bare.
We scuttle through raindrops
feeling the celestial embrace upon our skin.
We roar into empty skies at twilight
with the moon caressing silent thoughts.
But if you look real close,
if you pay attention to our inaudible beat,
you can see us skipping across powder puff clouds
of white searching in emerald skies of blue,
dancing to natures frequency,
singing to the birds symphony.
Have you ever seen the intrinsic
workings of an introverts soul?
She slowly pulled the rouge nylon across her bare toes, Momentarily cold against the warmth of her skin Embracing the tenderness of her foot, Kissing the curve of her calf, gently hugging the roundness of her hips.
She slipped her feet through the cotton skirt, pulled it up and let it sit loosely across her stomach. A short, sharp twirl and she could feel the fabric tickling across her thighs. A smile.
She watched as the blue fabric stretched and embraced every curve, kissing bare skin caressing crimson lace, licking pert buds, warming winters freeze.
She paused at the mirrors edge, what could her reflection tell her that her heart could not, she thought as she glanced again at the way the rouge nylon kissed her legs.
Drowning in kaleidoscopic hues of colour, Plunging through suffocating screams of realism Colour me in paint strokes of crimson blush and the licked flick of a dandelions wish kicked to the curb of impressionism May Cezanne paint the stills of my soul and Monet the echos of my wandering spirit So I may inject their portrayal in arsenic lining the canvas with mercury till the Mad Hatter stops for tea and the White Rabbit runs out of time… But for the storms that rage rains that cleanse, washing toxicity from the chaos so I may spend my days in monochrome exile.
Cold toes, warm tea morning gulls
screaming to the skies. Dark clouds
sun rise peeping over the horizon,
cold fingers, extra jumper, tired eyes
weary mind, kettle on, hot water
bottle grabbed, .slow cooker out
diced beef in, sky staining vivid
pink. Cold feet, freezing toes, extra
socks, silence, momentary, cars
slowly whizzing past, cat purrs
climbing inside my cardi, shared
heat, sun rises, day begins….
It’s wrong, perhaps, wrong to tease
that passion to the surface,
to call it forth with fierce presence
to antagonise it into existence
Primal perhaps, to crave it’s taste
to thirst to drink its essence
to swallow it’s substance
to hunger for its touch
adrenalin fuelled and defiant
carnal need spilling across
rational thought staining
my lust into him, tattooing
my desire into his fingers
as piercing eyes devour
pale skin and lips move to
utter the last words of restraint
slipping them into my waiting
mouth. Wrong, perhaps.
To tease out that adrenalin
with the simplicity of differing
views, to quench passions
voice in soul curling kisses
that reach deep within the
sacral chakra radiating
in explosive waves of need
to hold that power, for a
moment, till senses regained
and energy diverted
passion bleeding out
across forgotten thoughts
and I am pinned beneath
him, seed of energy
claiming yin with
in the primal screams
of a carnal battle of ecstasy.