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!
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!
I can’t connect, social media not my friend, makes me feel like a stalker when looking at someone I’m interested in, as if that person wants me dreaming intimacy, the kind I’m lacking.
“Boundaries!” My brain screams.
I find myself OVER thinking, “He would never be thinking about you, your a wish away from crazy!”
I want to be a gypsy, like never before in my life, or maybe a nomad…
No, a hippie following my favorite band, seeing new faces and places, dancing and feeling good across the land, forgetting a war’s at hand.
Rebirth:
a bird burned
to scorched earth.
Feathers old
Replaced.
Time flies
a new face
Reframed.
A peacock plumes
eyes watch sky
bright blue anew.
Rejuvenation
I Re-Claim.
A Re-Try
Remains…
Awe tastes like coffee,
steamy-hot ‘n’ smoothe
as I swallow a good gulp
Awe slips down the throat,
and with a pump to the gut
rumbling the insides up,
giving a swift kick of giddy
A rocket to the flaccid brain.
Awe is trigger addictive
to someone like me,
turning darkness to light,
I drink morning to night.
Oh, what a lovely distraction,
What a moment of reflection!
Stimulation, good vibrations;
Movement towards motivation.
I dance upon my consternation!
I’ll reach for the constellations,
Burning time with bright stars
Loving the ride will get me far.
The grind of incessant chores made less daunting with the pain in my reins, tamed by my intellect eating a moment.
A musing, I go to hopelessly inappropriate thoughts…
I want to
eat you
like cotton candy,
feel your sweetness
melt upon my tongue
so I can
swallow you
into my soul,
keeping you to hold,
sharing words
that fill me whole!
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.
In a labyrinth, with waves of silent echoes calling me through, palpable like rose petals wafting the nose to sneeze in spring,
I’m foggy, feeling my scorched earth, cracked in lines like wrinkles in the turf, reaching for your hand to save my being…
Melancholy, my mood follows me mad, knowing you’re gone. That is THAT!!!
Cramped between
nausea and hunger
my heart a stone
that can’t beat
when You
as sustenance
don’t come
to feed me,
when alone
You leave me.
The ache…
🩺
ECHOS!!!
Relieve me.
I want to be your pussy cat, climbing up your chest pit-a-pat, nuzzling my nose across your skin to tickle-lick the nape of your neck, and with a head rub upon your lobe, my purrrr vibrates waves of cravings to your inner-ear, “I need you!” echos loud and clear…(Can you hear???)
You may not have a cat, but as a cat owner, woth Banchee there’s one thing of which I’m certain: at times there’s a NEED, not just a want to be pet, aggression when denied, staring at me as if I don’t love him, like I lied. I’m kinda like that.
When I think I’ve lost you, when I’m SURE that your gone, when I’m positive I will NEVER, EVER get to rub your head again, I transform myself into a kitty, and I pretend that I’m your only pussy friend.