Soothing Sleep

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As my hand gently pets that sweet spot of skin at the cup of your hip,
resting in the hollow, soothing, slowing sweeps.

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As our breath evens out in the soft melody of contented sleep.

Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.

As we dream.

in progress

Spin further and deeper, the cold depths of the dark

Tangles of slime feel sweeter, like silk ropes without marks

Seaweed drowning flowers

Overwhelmed

Lungs bursting with pressure,
a heady struggle for breath.
The twinkling light in your vision
a precursor to death.

Your arms open slowly
embracing that fate,
the beauty of knowing
life is no longer at the stake.

Begone winding rivers.
Goodbye sweet poppy fields.
Adios my dear lovers.
My retreat finally real.

This death holds no sorrow
just the absence of light.
You won't see me tomorrow
but I promise I'll write.

Send your blessings and tissues
well wishings aflight.
Let the wan moon console you
as I kiss that dark knight.

Tentacles stretch before me,
around me and through.
It is time for my story
to end. 'm done with you.

Mermaid

She used to lull me so softly each night into sleep,

the crash and caw of a heavenly life at the beach.

Her sand filled with miniature wonders to reach

overflowing my treasure box, I was simple... at peace.

As my hair grew long, tangles echoed my brain

no longer the young laughing mermaid, I was shamed 

by lusty urges so dark, twisted, kinky and deep

like the seawater's home to kraken and monsters without feet!

Medusa emerges, vicious strikes from my head

as I tremble with unspoken desires... paired with dread.

Will this deep dark ocean of life eat me whole

or will this sailor prevail? Toward the lighthouse we row!

Ouch

Written 12/13/2010

He stabs me, over and over again.

I long for his touch

Alone at his side.

I beg for his kiss

but his lips, he does hide.

My heart aches a bit

While beside him I sit

His face a blank mask

to the favor I ask.

Why must I beg sweetly

When you'll only say no.

Why must I wait calmly

When you never come home.

Why must I ach dully

From the cold in my bed.

And hold back the tears

When you shake your fair head.

What is it you need

to start a fire inside you

to echo the burning need

deep down inside me.

I ask and I preen and I question and still

You give me no answers

Just a No

and Be still.

You are not disturbed

for its not your heart that aches

You don't undertand

the shards as my heart breaks

Why don't you see me

as a blushing young bride

Why don't you want me

playful and quick at your side

Where is your passion

for all things of the flesh

Why don't you want me darling

What else do I have left

but tears and misgivings

as you brush me aside

and I dare not push you

harsh words will not abide

I sit here in sorrow

and debate your true worth

if a freind all I look for

or more than your hearth

Do I need a true life mate

to love me and bring

sweet kisses to my mouth

and not tears that sting

as I hold them inside me

and struggle not to hurt

Oh, God! Please guide me

through this mire of worth.

Do I mean nothing to him.

Does my skin not arouse?

Does my smile do nothing for him.

Does he mentally carouse?

The doubts overwhelm me

with the ache in my heart.

I sit beside him in longing

I've made my request.

Let's go to bed my darling

No, not to sleep.

His silence is my answer

Internally I weep.

Adrift sitting beside him

Blue paints my mind

My skin aches to touch him

As past fucks come to mind.

Why doesn't he want me?!

What is wrong with me now?

I ask how to entice him.

His answers with, "Not now."

I struggle with the betrayal

And lay me head in his lap.

Curled up like a puppy

And feeling beaten at that.

He arm rest along me

And a strange feeling flows

I'm ok with this touching

It sooths me just a bit.

My core still desires him

But this touch will do, for now.

He still has hurt me

And will continue the torture.

And I will retreat to my stories

And fantasize about perfect lovers

That he will never live up to

And I will never expect

But deep down inside me

I just wish he would respect.

How hard it is for me to ask him

A quiet begging for touch.

When my pride is so large

and his is the only one for whom I lust.

Nostalgic

Steam tinted glass disperses early morning prying eyes.
How many years has it been since we've been parked on the side?

Longing for his kiss
stings more with this distance.

Right here but drifting far
makes asking so much hard

errrrr.

Doubt creeps along inside
my thoughts, dark and snide.

Fear stalls my toungue and hands
mear inches from the man,

holding my heart aloft.
Oh please, oh please, be soft

to the tender beating muscle.
Internally I struggle...

Where is the sweet young lover
who frolicked under our covers?

Where is the witty man
to whom I gave my hand?

Where is the playful boy
that loves to steal my toys?

Where is my soul mate?
And is it... is it too late?