I take you to bed each night, a bear hug to my brain as I lie down physically, emotionally drained.
I wrap myself in the memory of that voice, that face, warming me deep in a secret place.
I eat those lines like spaghetti, sucking out the meaning of life as every ‘Ooohhh’ makes me feel high!
I watch the open eye gradually close, time measured by light, and know ‘Stay strong, you’re not alone tonight.’
A nips out chill
induces a clench
forearms spasm
clenching breasts,
slightly wet,
as my fingers
pay homage
in tiny taps
upon my mug,
and I inhale
the steam whiffs,
succumbing full
body high
going back
to once in time
my smile
felt GENUINE
Glowing!
I felt my shine.
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.
Fetal position at the bottom of a basket hanging by strings beneath a rainbow balloon full of hot air floating adrift up, UP
UP and AWAY
I want to stay high! In fact, I want the fire to blow me higher!!!
I know fantasy doesn’t last, but the only time I feel my heart beat is kissing a moment past.
Grass blades prickling toes
dancing as I lift a daisy
from ground to nose,
sniffing my eyes high
to catch the right cloud,
jump up and hitch a ride
sailing to sit by your side
take your hand in mine
and…WAIT to see what you would do
if you knew I’m so in love with you!?!
I try to recreate the moment when time stopped. The action just after fizzles on the tip of my tongue, an embarrassment I’ve failed to overcome. Therefore, I’m compelled to close my eyes in bed to fully concentrate, maybe try again…
Impulsively, I yell out his name, the door closing fast in my face, but I laugh with grace, beginning to grab my things.
With the door’s bang-echo bouncing on my brain, to my surprise, he comes back in. Towering above me, he bends down, holding my hand and allowing me to pass words that now, thinking back, I don’t even know, and then, time froze…
I didn’t…I couldn’t speak.
His kind eyes, exuding empathy, stare at me, smiling the words, I see you, I feel you see me.
Heart begins love-cramping, my hand grips my chest, wanting to ask a million questions, unable to think fast.
With inappropriate babble stuck in my throat and feeling hot down below, my brain battles my hands for control with temptation wanting…
His hug…to feel loved…to feel passion…to feel something magical happen.
I jerk my head down from the warmth in his gaze, bowing it low, I giggle like a child, rolling backwards away, “I’m sorry…Thank you. I’m sorry, thank you!”
Then, turning my chair with a quick spin, I literally rolled into a wall, nearly hitting a garbage can!!!
Oh my golly gee, so very typical for me.
I can’t change my personality, I guess my quirkiness makes me…ME.
If I could do it again, I would inquire:
What are your biggest inspirations? What gives you motivation?
Watching and listening would soothe my soul, but knowing me I’d just want more. Oh, the stories I bet he’d tell!
I KNOW WHAT I should’ve asked him at least once when meeting him!!!
“Will you be my friend?”
I’m positive he’d say an emphatic “YES!”
Funny, I just keep saying to myself (to shut up desire):
Reality! Not a dream, Reality!
Youthful yearning keeps churning for just a fistful of your energy, fondling my muscles to move, kneading my ass to shake, squeezing me to twist ‘n’ shout “OH, YES!” real loud as you make my earth quake.
Your words
that voice
warmed
frigid fingers
to flicker light
in the dark
alone
to write:
Your face
that smile
pops up
head pulsing
stimulation
tickle-pricking
pure pleasure
to shout out
a showering
EXALTATION!
For a moment,
I FEEL POWER!
After putting my mind in a cloud,
for a nap in my bed, I laid down.
Within the two hours passed out,
we were flying a car town to town.
Breeze dries my teeth from smiling
at the beginning of my new ending.
Flakes of salt break as I wake,
in the same place, yet changed:
FEAR is the bear I wrestle daily,
But, NO MORE will he conquer me!
I’m better and badder than he’ll ever be.
I know dreams can come true simply to inspire you 😉
It’s witchcraft!
Yes! Witchcraft
will bring you back.
I know what
I have to do…
I’ll put a spell on you:
To me you must come
and give me some
desire dined to dessert
for me, you’ll work.
That’s what I’ll do.
I put a spell on you.
