As if set to chant-speed, the visions of you beat in my brain:
Steady flashes of your smile beat with each breath, a pounding heart beneath my breast applauding the splendor that radiates through me when I see you, whether you look at me through a screen, behind a mirrored mask, or bathed in dreamy-blue, I always adore you, as if our love were true, a reality I can hold…
someday…
and off I go!
A dream away through my days.
The flame pervades my entire being, from head to heart, and flickers tickle my toes as my vision absorbs your adventurous soul, building this intense elation…an elevation of emotions begins to overflow my body covered by a damp that makes me glow.
Oh my muse, I can’t help but love you. You deserve the beauty you provide by living life before the world’s eyes.
You brought me back to life. I struggle to control my impulses to watch you to sleep every night, but I realize that’s a wee bit addicting 🙃 You’re such a luminous light through the darkness of my strife.
The dream is true.
We exist, dreaming of eating together the same peice of sweet truth. We listen to each other’s desires sung in the poetry of possibilities, a game of intrigue in which we spar scars and sorrow with love and laughter building trust in tomorrow.
The dream is true.
You are mine to play with anytime…
IN MY MIND.
I wish you were clay, and I could mold you into a clone of yourself and keep you with me in bed, probing you, pulling my fingers across every inch of your skin, nuzzling as I learn your grooves, your dimples, your lips with my kiss…
Yes, this is my wish as I shower away my sighs this morning, knowing my dream of love will only exist inside me, pent-up clenched tight, waiting for your light to do my dream right!
(I’m so lucky! Your voice through my day and reels at night help keep me going through the problems and pain as if you’re with me each day, except I barely say a thing.
For the first time since we met, I’m not afraid you’ll hate me or cut me off for something inappropriate I’ve said or might say some day. In my world, that’s more than progress, it’s truly established my trust. I struggle to hold onto people I love. Often it’s me who gets too scared to get hurt, so I run away and give up.
I’m trying to GROW UP.
Trust me, for the last 20 years, the wisdom in your music has helped me process my reality. Now, you really are a dream I NEED in me;)
I’ve been processing this feeling for a week and still don’t know how to say anything, lol.
I just keep reaching out to touch
Instead of a jaw clench, I twist and bite my bottom lip. No more downturned scowl! I have a cheesy, pink-cheeked grin now. Lungs suffocating to finally breathing even when life’s challenging, that’s what you’ve given to me.
What you may not know is that I have a light behind my lids where you walk in the door, and you look into my eyes when I touch your skin…a moment that strengths my soul, inspiration for more.
I don’t know what we’re doing, I don’t know if it actually means anything to you, but you make my eyes smile so tight with pleasure that the corners become wet.
I wish I could tell you tonight that I dream of running my hand over your skin, learning you as you feel my hand move, a game in which we both win…
Oh my fantasy, that’s what you do to me. I want someone I can’t have, but who drives me crazy.
Thinking of you–
to stop is a joke
good intentions
to the wayside
be thrown
thoughts, yearnings
GROW larger,
longer, stronger
awakened night
after night body,
brain moaning
your name until
I give in, laid open,
core exposed and
finally trust this
thrust of love
as I allow you
to come and
stay in me, with me
unconditionally
by never forgetting
I’ll love you
just because
you’re you,
a beautiful soul.
What I want is selfish, of course.
I want to play with your personality, like I’m your imaginary friend at recess.
I want to fondle your colors and tickle your hues.
I want to carress your aura enchanting you to envelop me.
I want to lick your spirit until you tease-teach me how to love a man.
One smell, one sniff of your glowing energy…
For but one night connecting with your light, I’d sell my soul to the devil and go to hell full.
This was very liberating to write. I have struggled to find some light in my world today.
I wrote this poem this afternoon, and this evening, I connect with my Authentic truth:
My reflection begs I stop seeing myself through a home-brewed, skewed perception. I deserve better than to feel like someone’s torture.
It’s ok if I don’t get what I want, but I LOVE knowing what I want actually is…
More importantly, I sure as hell know what I don’t want!
And that makes all the difference.
I don’t have to look to see, a perfect picture memory. Each reel turns up bright any time I close my eyes, runs as black and white shadows exposing my favorite plays, endearing expressions, rogue games of intellectual fun, silliness so sweet, I eat it up, starving for more treats, and centered deep as if tickled in a yet to be discovered part, I giggle with innocent elation for the shining star of my dreams, a musical angel who comforts me, teaching transcending pain to bloom a new beginning.
Oh, to share your air…to physically feel the energy flow from your fingers, from your lips, to observe your personality dance again…oh me, oh my, what a silly romantic am I!!!
I know better, no way, but I embrace the dream at midnight as I fall asleep;)
Steamy, cloudy the beginning unfolds,
as bold and erect as I can,
I walk through the open door
into the light with eyes solely focus
upon the prize on the other side…
My palm finds your cheek,
which I carress with a knuckle sweep.
Every nerve twitching, you see me,
and locked in a moment miracle,
I know I would lose control!
You would finally know for sure.
Obvious, the yearn craving loud,
I’d lean my cheek to brush yours,
ear an inch from my mouth, whisper,
“Forgive me, I can’t help myself…
a secret dream is to feel your lips
for just a moment of your time–
Indulgences utterly sublime!“
Oh muse, I watch your mouth move
not caring if there’s danger here.
Your fire gets me high and hot
and with you in me, I want to stay lost
with my core combustion churning
the love and lust within my breast,
a tasty treat of beautiful singing,
a lullaby to snuggle my mind tonight.
(If only I really could magically will my dreams turn real, lol. My truth is harder to swallow…
You know when something like a dream comes true, actually happens, and you’re on the other side, knowing likely you’ll never get such a riveting feeling again? Oh, my woe acts like an asshole! LOL;)
Oh, to kiss the lips that sing me sleep, a dreamy that’s steamy…
The first poet who got my goat and really made me want to teach and write with a different kind of poetry is E.E. Cummings.
Years ago, I bought myself a small book called erotic poems e.e. cummings to spark some needed inspiration, but failed to find a spark let alone a flame of spark to build the desire.
For the first time I opened it today, needing out of my head in a big way, looking for inspiration that isn’t…Anyway, this is honestly the very first poem I read:
I want to lick the full moon, let it’s light flowing white, drip sips into my mouth open wide…How I love you perched hard ‘n’ high! Shower me with your power and make me come alive.
