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Uncharted    

    tonight

cradling lonesome to my naked breast

he found me on the edge of midnight
   an uncharted land, waiting to be discovered.

mountains, plains and valleys
   an untamed river yet to be named,
laid forth before his questing spirit.

he was the solitary envoy,
   a master at discovery,
   occupying with permission the humid lush rainforest
and quenching the desert thirst.

determined, he left nothing in darkness
   uncovering every crook and crevice
and bathing them in light and heat.  

 &
Loss of MemoryI forgot.

It is a tragedy that I failed to remember
just how fond I am of the naked,
waiting space on a man's neck
where his clavicle meets his throat.
It is just perfect for my mouth.

I can run my imagination, and my tongue,
along the inflexible structure under the skin
and then
delicately sink the flexible tip
into the shadowy curve behind it.
The slight tang and salty flavor
of his warm, now wet skin under my mouth-
I forgot how good it tastes, how superb it smells-
as I pursue the rest of his body with the restless
press of mine.
Without Grace~February 1998~

Both of my hands rest on the gentle swell of my abdomen. Standing in front of the window above the sink, I draw invisible magic circles on the skin over the baby girl nestled inside my expanding body.  I stare out the window at nothing, while a tiny smile plays upon my lips.  My eyes may not see, but my imagination is in full swing; I am dreaming wide awake.   It is a parent's natural inclination.  I see puppies, ribbons and lace, school buses, tears, phones, boys, books and hands clasped with matching gold bands.

We are close, she and I. We share the same breath, the same nourishment. She startles when I do and she doesn't
PhobetorI rest in sleep
when he enters and
hovers beside me.
surveying my sleeping form
his soft visual caress takes in my bare feet
peeking out from under the blanket.
his all seeing gaze notes
my naked legs cozy under the covers.
     
     he glides up the bed
     a sense of anticipation gathering;
     he licks his devilish lips.
     my dark unbound hair dresses the pillow
     and he leans in close to inhale its
     warm coconut scent.

my eyes begin to d
Love ProsetryI am living a lost life, caught somewhere in-between a field of dreams and a den of nightmares.  Something awful has happened, something beautiful.   The collision of the two has left me speechless, drifting in a semi-state of silent insanity and wordless wonder.

Expression dripped elsewhere in the absence of speech.  I made a decision. I took a giant silent step.

I wrote something for you today. But…I decided your eyes will never see the words.  I doubt you would find fault with the style, flow or meter; they glide like an eagle soaring on the thermals, smooth and majestic and pleasing.
SunriseYesterday, I had an epiphany.

It came to me in a flash, as epiphanies often do.

I realized that with some people, no matter your proximity,
your heart just finds ease and rest.

Your heart finds a home.

And the thing about homes is, they aren't perfect. Ever.
 
Happy homes aren't always happy, but love still fills them.
[anger isn't necessarily bad, either. we fight. we make up. ebb and flow.]

Good homes have laughter and tears.

Homes are safe places to be who we are on the inside, the real us.

Loving homes are places you grow as a person, places free from harsh and punitive judgments.

Home. Where your heart is [accepted, loved,
Sweet CravingsMost of the time,
   I don't need you.
Most of the time,
   I don't crave you.
Most of the time,
  I am not drawn to you
like a smile to a pair of plump rose colored lips.

But there are days, times, hours, torture filled

m o m e n t s

   when you call to me
   when you tempt me
   when I know nothing will satiate
like you.

The simple, undiluted, unvarnished truth
is this-
   I love the way you taste.

The instant I bring you to my mouth,
   and slip you gently past my lips
         (seduction)
when your flavor bursts and
Velocitythe velocity at which
my heart propelled itself
forward and out
of the shelter and protection
    of my flesh   
    of my bones
left me mute.
stunned.
lost in bloody
disarray.

damn.

I am woman enough
to admit it is a
    painful
    messy
slippery business,
attempting to force it back
into its rightful place.
but-
I am
working on it.

damn. squared.
Worn Empathyyou and I have a bit of a problem.
I think you might be in the dark about a few things
so
why don't I shed a little light.

you crave my kindness, my clever words, you ask for more
and yet you return them with a sardonic slap
why? (rhetorical question here, please don't bother answering.)

are you so skeptical of a kindness that you request
that you give in to your fear and strike to hurt?
let me tell you a tiny trifling little secret…you can't hurt me.
(I said that very slowly and with a modest amount of sneering venom.)

because guess what, little one?
I have looked evil in the eye, I have had its stinking form cover me
once
TemptatiousI am
  delicate and yielding
like a memory wrapped in mussed silk crimson sheets
   legs intertwined
   thighs demanding

I am
   as strong as steel
forged by the heat of your hands and the melt of your mouth
   fingers seeking
   eyes searching

I am
  exposed and fragile
like the delicate rushing point just before the crashing climax
   lips parted
   tongues sparring
     
I am
   simplistic complexity
bound by the power of chemistry, beyond the point of return
Verbalize Ask me.
Just be brave and ask the damn question, for God's sake!
But first, pull your bloody claws from the marrow of my bones once and for all, won't you?
The years have left my unseen skin covered in a million bruises
    from words hurled and tossed and weighed against time and I,
    both of us guilty as sin, in your brown flecked green irises.
You sought to collect for damages,
    seeking some restitution you thought you were owed
    against the both of us.
She seems to have fared better than I,
    immune and apathetic, carrying her burden without a backwards glance.
I need a little of what she has.

So ask.
Drape
Ave Amicusif I could go back in time,
   wish the day undone
   the day I first looked upon your face
   that fragment of a moment our lives intersected and then intertwined
   when your words pressed enticingly against me-

if I could go back and undo it,
   take apart, cut free, that single strand of glowing time
   and confiscate it, hide it in the dark of the unborn
   leaving tears unshed, unmaking that which has  
   created a poverty of silence in my mind, worse in my heart-

if I could go back,

  I w
I ownI own

a hunger 
 
to escape inside myself,

to soar into the endless ether-

the vibrant oxygen free place

from which I was

created

I need

to drown a little

in my quiet blood, my silent bones-

concealed for the moment

from haunted beautiful eyes

that refuse to see (I am)

enough

I dream

of desolate men and places

solitude bleeds into silence

where

the hard fist of loneliness begins to crush

and

isolation strangles

as I

struggle to even breathe my air,

the essence of

not  hi   n  g.
Sunset   tonight
the burnt orange sky
was impressed
with darkening lavender bruises...

and
   I thought of you
Everlasting       While Night's smile lingers,
    as he pursues the moon nestled deep within the sparkling sky-
                place your dreams in a kiss upon your hand and whisper them softly skyward.
    Waiting, I shall catch them with my smile and hide them within my heart,
           keeping them warm with the breath of my erratic heartbeat.
       But, as only the best things do, it will only last as long as forever.
       Forever is all I have to offer.
      While the distance between us and Forever creeps steadily forward,
  I will gently descend into your silence and know;
           your desires, I will fulfill.
        
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Missing Kissing

:icondragon-fly-to-me:

I miss kissing.

I miss the pretty ones
     like Valentine poetry
soft and gentle
(unhurried)
imbued with the essence
of
languid, leisurely, lingering
romance.

These kisses taste,
as well as
feel.

They move-
traveling from lips, to jaw, to ear
and
back
again.

I miss another type of kiss too,
     the one that consumes.

It blazes through every fiber
of being
including setting alight the
gentle
Valentine
and leaving it in
ashes.

This kiss mimics warfare-
it is a battle of two
to seize and possess
to pillage
taking hostage words and concrete thought-  
and
even

     breath

is taken as plunder.

Lips parted
tongues thrust and parry
acknowledging only
complete
and sweet
surrender.

Those kisses are
beginnings
drenched
     in a thousand
scorching
promises.

So I miss it-
being
  roused
  excited
  stimulated

     consumed

by only the press of lips.

I miss kissing.

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Missing Kissingby *dragon-fly-to-me

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When there is a lack of intimacy in a person's life, it is easy to miss the obvious (the naked sweaty parts :)).
But the ones that cause the achy yearnings, the things that haunt and nag...sometimes those are the simple things.
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:iconlovespoon:
Mood: Love ~Lovespoon Mar 26, 2011  Professional Writer
Scorching promises and kisses that tastes as well as feel.

;)

:heart:
:teddy:
lovespoon
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*dragon-fly-to-me Mar 26, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
There you have it.
The whole poem boiled down to nine words...;)
Glad you like it, sir.
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~Lovespoon Mar 26, 2011  Professional Writer
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A flash story too.


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*dragon-fly-to-me Mar 27, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
:)
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:icondjchocolate-lover:
~DJChocolate-Lover Mar 14, 2011  Student General Artist
Aww I hate it more when there's someone you really want to kiss right in front of you but you know you can't.
I miss kissing and I've only just started my experiences with it.
It's a drug isn't it? :D
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*dragon-fly-to-me Mar 14, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
You know it, sister! :lol:
:love:
It is a drug...
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Mood: Love `creativemikey Mar 11, 2011  Professional Photographer
Mmmm
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*dragon-fly-to-me Mar 11, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
hummmm
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~PunkyPutzSchmuckGirl Mar 10, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh. You have me missing kissing... and I just kissed two days ago... oh my gooooooooosh. D:
It's brilliant though. So wonderfully amazingly craziness holy frickin cow I wish I could write like this BRILLIANT. It's astounding, how you get such a strong reaction through the reader through imagery and sensory detail.
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*dragon-fly-to-me Mar 10, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Geez, Kirsten...you had to rub it in about two days ago? It's been like...two years for me!! :heart:
You are the sweetest thing! That journal entry...egads, love. I'm overwhelmed. I really am.
Thanks for the great comment. I really appreciate it.
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