Vulnerable

Letting the stars wash over me,
As I lay in the dust,
And energize in the moonlight.

Vulnerable.

If it happened...

Sometimes...
Your skin crawls because it aches to be touched.
It aches to feel a gentle,  yet overwhelming tickle.

Something that sends shivers down your spine,
And breeds goosebumps on your skin.


Your soul aches for a whisper,
A back arching sigh of words
Beautifully teasing your mind.

And you lay there
Imagining
What it would be like,
If it actually happened.

Engulfed in serenity

Isn't it funny
How sometimes you can't feel the breeze until your bare skin is beaded in water?

But the second you dip your body into that drenched bliss
Submerge then re-emerge
A cool breeze tickles you.

Goosebumps.
In the most endearing way.

So then you decide to submerge yourself again,
Releasing your senses.
And you enter that water a little faster than before,
Letting go a little more...

And before you know it you're in the deep end
Floating on your back,
Only your face remaining dry and towards the sky

Senses lost
Floating
Smiling
Engulfed in serenity

I miss...

I miss reading the passion drip down pages,
Like water soaked ink on the most simple paper.
I miss feeding my imagination, my soul, my craving.

I'd beg,
But I'd seem weak.
I'd whisper,
But that fear eats me.

So I'll occasionally glance,
Into the night- trying to decode the stars.
As if I have some power in how they fall.

Monsoon

Thunder and rain roll viciously down the mountains and into the valley,
A thirst quenched.

Winds violently groping the trees,
The concrete buildings,
And now my bare skin.

Raindrops, big and oversaturated
Drenching me
Drenching the cracked and parched ground.
Exciting it.

A pure dark night sky,
Lit up.
Patterns and electricity seer delicate images in my mind.

Cradled by the monsoon.
My new addiction.

Dusty Moonlight

The sun is always shining,
The moon is always dancing with the stars, unveiled.

The warmth holds you in its arms until you're sound asleep.
Cradling you,
While the wind whispers sweet lullabies.

Heart pounding in my chest,
Excitement.
Bliss.

Barefoot dancing in the dust,
Kicking it to the wind,
Under this night sky.

Wonderland on Earth

Walking through endless paths
Mountains  in the distance,
The swirling smell of growing herbs ,
Tiny bulbs strung across the tree tops.

A woman,
Blonde hair,
Fragile eyes,
Timid, but warm and welcoming smile.
A soul that I instantly knew.
Her smile reciprocated the feeling.

Plucking and picking herbs in her beautifully crafted wonderland.
"And lavender is for..."
She places it in the small mesh sack.

A gift, filled with seven herbs.
 A "dream pillow"
A gift so small,
Yet so meaningful.
This moment, I'll cherish forever.

So tonight, I rest my head
Surrounded by the New Mexico sky,
And summoning pure light and love.