Misunderstanding

Openness
I tear my heart out of my chest,
Hold it beating in front of you.
It is yours,
It bleeds red.

Words flow,
Emotions spilled,
Honesty given...
But words twisted,
Unsure of how you hear it.

My lips and mind race in unison,
Trying to unveil these underlying emotions
But you are blinded by societal norms.
I cry.

Your anxiety and disgust build inside,
Unsure why...
Mascara soaked tears leave my eyes...

I try to elaborate,
Try to litigate,
Still you see our fate crumbling.

But I see the world through open eyes,
An open soul,
Peace and love...
It spills,
It overflows.

Just wish you would listen...
Like...
Truly listen,
And not be fearful of the unknown.
Because you have my heart and soul...
And in this universe,
That's all one needs to feel the flow,
Of true love,
Of one love...


Of OUR love.

Coffee Stained Lips

Bare skin,
Standing on edge.
Aching for touch, yet still with energy.

Coffee stained lips whisper words into the warm morning air,
Blackbirds chirp,
White brick walls reflect the sun's beauty.

Tangled in the essence of mindfulness.
Turned on by energizing morning vibrations.

Let my fingers explore these pages even more,
Let this pen flow freely across your deepest thoughts,
Let your energy radiate through every inch of my being.

The weight of your legs on mine,
The soft sound of your breath as your head rests on my chest.

Be still,
Let yourself unfold

Kisses from coffee stained lips.

Real Pain

As humans there are many types of pain we can feel,
Physical,  emotional, mental, spiritual
False and Real.

A simple phone call,
Eye opening,
Painful.
Real Pain, certainly.

Excited, relieved, eager to speak
Shut down,
Too busy,
To even listen...
Because there is fresh fruit waiting.

"But..."
Silence, distance
"And..."
Talking to another person.

"OK, I'll let you go..."
Defeated.
Hurt.
Anger.
Pain.
Real pain.

A soft giggle to lighten the mood,
Her face was still stone.
Her soul turned to dust.
All because of fresh cantaloupe.

Extraordinary.

Counting

One, two, three
  Inhale
Three, two, one
  Exhale

Repeat.
Inhale getting heavier,
Exhales growing shallow.

Tightly wrapped in a quilt
Counting seconds
Counting minutes
Counting moments.

Tight Imagination

Imagination suffocating me,
Tightly wrapping her grip around my neck.
My chest caves in.

I exhale and close my eyes.
Seas or turquoise taunt me,
Begging me to dive into their waves naked.

I imagine the cool, yet warm rush that would engulf my physical being.

Here I am.
Dreaming
Traveling
Exploring this realm!

Nahash...the serpent

Why tiptoe when you can dance?
Move to the rhythm of my heart,
Feel the bass in my breath.

Forbidden,
Yet tantalizing...
Bodies begging.
The fruit on this tree,
This garden...
You try to resist, if even for a moment.

But moments pass,
Bliss sets in,
Takes over.
Wild we become,
Because wild we are.

My free spirit intrigues,
As it does strangers.
There's something in my eyes,
Screaming danger,
But pleasure.

Come be curious ,
Succumb to guilty arching backs,
Goosebumps and silent moans.

Have you really tasted the night like I have?
Have you ever been so drenched in pleasure that you were stripped of your name?

Bite in.
Taste the desert night,
Quench your thirst.
It's only one bite.

Snap

Heart racing nearly as fast as the mind,
Cold air still around my naked body,
Empty.

Vibrations run through my soul,
Curiouser and curiouser I become.
Like Alice
Down a rabbit hole.

My chest is tight, yet nothing clings it,
My body aching to be gently touched.
Ever so
Softly.

A simple human touch could cure this crippling feeling,
But here I am,
In a brand new queen sized bed.
Alone.

Alone with my thoughts on the moon and the universe.
My soul traveling from dimension to dimension.
Walking,
Serene exploration.

Dangerously walking a tight rope,
Over a fire,
This burning fire in my soul...
Wondering what happens first...
Does the rope go up in flames or snap?