Effervescent ideas bubble emotions as I lie awake wanting to teleport to you, watch you create. Unrealistic, yet I see a dream of a Chicago meeting…No matter how, a conversation, such a simple connection, will show me I’m not dead and dumb inside…already, you’ve made an impression that changed my life.
Tickled terrified, I await the next chapter…
I can only imagine what you see when you get a load of me;)
Gurgling I flounder,
lungs burning, strangled
to suffocate in silence, and
just as I see the light,
I inhale the water, baptized
in the death of an old soul
to arise a new spirit.
The light engulfs me
(lips cracked dehydrated
dead head and limbs)
as I wave lifeless, and light
forms a plump bubble,
protection, wisking me out
from the dark depths
of a nightmarish abyss.
Boyant I float, basking
warm in comfort, support,
UP-LIFTED so very high…
as I begin to breathe,
as I begin to believe,
clearer my piece of mind…
Your chin cradled where
my head meets body,
breathing a breeze
ultimately refreshing!!!
sweet as candy,
as addictive
as lips part crack…
The layers of depth,
the hints of wandering,
the offering of perspective,
a journey of enlightenment
from beginning to end,
a glittering reflection
of intuitive introspection
this is what you showed me:
The open road of possibility,
the hills of the adventure,
golden fields, a canopy tree
the ocean waving the breeze,
even a pole calling me to speak
images of the beauty
I can’t see in my world,
I can’t find in me,
you expose me to a warmth
that tints my cheeks as fuchsia
as your flamingo shirt,
with my brain’s heat
pervading by body,
affixed I watch a star bursting
energy in front of me…
those open sky eyes,
the soft, gentle smile…
a moment I treasure,
filled with joy and laughter,
unlike any my brain
could possibly conceive
made my love light
again begin to glow brightly.
Inspiration to find my road to passion.
Each piece,
a pioneering puzzle,
the ultimate game of intrigue,
even intimacy,
exploring how pieces fit together
but to bare the pulchritude
buried within the secret
life of another.
What do you see
in the morning
first light of day?
What do you do to play?
Do responsibilities get in the way?
OR Do you SIEZE THE DAY!
???
I can’t stop myself
from wondering along my way.
In my brain, it’s easy to escape into a creative day dream, in which I’m pampered with romance, interesting, and sexy, knowing how to speak perfectly.
Life isn’t that sweet.
In my world, as I lie in bed, mind bending towards the light of new giddiness, smoke rings of DOUBT cloud my focus.
I snap at myself, Eyes stare straight! Find the sun’s reflection!
I close my eyes, unlock the GLOW…
Stunning illumination ignights an avid hunger to reach out, touch the sun simply to feel again, to BURN.
But, I would never have the courage.
Unkind shadows have kept me trapped in a dark bed for decades as smoke-ropes ring around my heart, hands, and neck, choking and eating my self-esteem, reminding me how bad the smoke makes me feel.
I guess I don’t allow myself to glow for long, feels so good I have to make it wrong, can’t help my passion’s hella strong. But, it’s true too…it’ll be alright soon.
Basking in the summer sun, humidity sucks upon my skin’s glisten so that hot and bothered, I try to talk to my lovely wonder out loud:
I ask the light, “Are you always this bright? Or do you actually know my soul, and that’s why your glow makes me so giddy I’m dizzy?”
(Talking to myself, I can’t fathom a true reply, so I go on, knowing that here, when I write, from my own truth I don’t hide🙂
“Your shine twinkles glitter and gold specks, mesmerizing my heart to melt into a fuchsia fusion of delightful energy, and into a slippery fall, I willingly tumble, embracing the dream with no expectation at all.”
(Oh, my dear, fear builds them brooding Indiana cornfield cumulonimbus clouds that tremble a thunder of doubt in the backdoor of my mind…
You’re still just a romantic fool by yourself, creating a beautiful reflection of a connection that you must have felt in another lifetime.
Honestly, regardless if I’m in a midlife dream just before 50 or if I’ll never again feel such a passionate glow in the eyes of a similar creative soul, I’m glad for the treasured moments I now have to hold when life feels unkind, and I get dark and cold!
For the glow, I’m eternally grateful;)
To embrace the theme of planting seeds to grow, I can’t wait to meet you for the first time…again, and this song hits my mood right tonight:
I stepped through a portal
into a different world
in which a dream grows reality
in a cosmic connection
of dancing souls, and
swirling we spin to GLOW
with tunes turning keys,
tumbling my tummy round…
Ohhh love! My heart sings loud,
Your glow makes me feel found.
Thank you for an infectious reeling in glow!
Blue used to feel black, like a head whack! But, with a smack! back, because of you, blue feels bright almost a teal tropical skyline at dawn, shady clouds hanging out, shaking off the grey dew warmed to twinkle in the sun anew. When my melancholy mind is on the attack and all feels forever daunting and totally MAD, watching you transforms the blue and tickles my soul to make even my eyes smile, reminding me, things aren’t so bad, just find a way to laugh;)
Night is the lonliest not-alone time of the day. The bustle is gone, chores done, and I rub lotion onto my sore hands. The quiet is deafening to me, being so near other people, yet no one notices it’s my voice they don’t hear…really, it’s just like I’m not there, instead, there’s a ghost or shadow of an energy that once was vibrant, sassy, sometimes even sexy, a now dark matter taking up space…Sometimes, I wish I had something in common with someone in my house, then maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t feel like such an ASS with a crazy, big crack.
To refrain
To restrain
To reframe
URGES come
bouncing balls
FIREY thoughts
needs & wants
To refrain
To restrain
To reframe
Playing PAUSE
Color calls
tempting Eros
red & HOT
Hopelessness Refrained
Impulsivity Restrained
Satisfaction Reframed.
Can this change my plot?
At least it assuaged my heart;)
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