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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.

&

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,

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

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.

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.

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

Hunger Pains..
I dreamt—
and I dreamt and I dreamt and I dreamt of you.
I was filled to overflowing with promise wrapped in malachite colored wishes.
You were deliciously mine in that cloud of imaginings you arrived upon.
     And I loved you there,
     under brilliant Technicolor rainbows
     covering bittersweet chocolate rivers.
Soft and supple; the shafts of golden light pouring in from the dark tantalized.
You were defined, clarified, delineated.
     I was enlightened.
Luminous, you asked me to dance among the willows, sweet grass and wildflowers.
     You captivated.
We danced—
and we danced and we danced and I laughed silent until breathless-
and in my loss of breath, that moment of strangled sleep drenched death,
     my eyes opened to save me.
Lungs filled and dark eyes opened, I felt a borrowed bed under my hip, the same under my breast.

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

Covered secrets
embedded deep-
[an amber existence]
fragments of me trapped inside,
just as petrified.

©24 Jan 2012 dragon-fly-to-me All rights reserved

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.

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

Friendship's Songmy sky is waiting for you
  a billion stars shining bright
  blanketed upon an endless unfurling velvet night

my eyes are searching for you
  anticipating that sunny fate-filled day
  two fine friends will meet, a million words to say

my seas remain open to you
  mysterious and calm wave upon wave
  a thousand memories waiting to be made and saved

my land exists to comfort you
  peace and rest linger for your claiming
  a hundred empty moments seem to be remaining

my land, my seas, my eyes, my sky
  combine to shape a hopeful invitation
&#

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.

I am a Hearta dichotomy of existence.
fragile and yet power filled;
breath fueling while stimulating life
defined by more than physiology, beyond biology.

life and death dividing,
pierce me with metal or word, and I bleed.
the ultimate unseen witness to each thought and every action.
broken, still healing in fused pieces the world leaves behind.
I am a heart.

worn for the world to see,
I shine from behind a child's eyes,
cherish lovers with passion's kiss
and comfortably wrap friendship with love.

I am more than a muscle, my numbered days unknown.
I take in all you see, that which you embrace,
and hold tomorrows aspirations safe in this dark mysteri

The Pledgefour feathers

one for luck,
   tucked deep in-between my faithful promise

one for love,
   tickling the ribs of yesterday's perfect mystery

one for happiness,
   dancing forever in the shadow of your spirit

one for peace,
   lingering always in the memory of our fate

take the four feathers from my hand
a gift and a guarantee
a whisper upon the wind
comfort for the days when I am
gone

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Recollectionyou are mystery,

   painfully
   silent,

slipping through my fingers;

I had you once, didn't I?

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

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.

sweet companion

I grasp the fleeting fingers

of solitude

in a desperate tenuous grasp

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Sunrise Morning

by *dragon-fly-to-me, May 11, 2011, 6:59:52 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Visual & Found Poetry

This sunrise morning
whilst walking in the orchard
   I thought of you.

Turning a sweet smelling corner
I found you lingering there
  silently waiting.

slightly out of focus
slightly out of reach

sides of you open, unfurling
while others remain locked tight

pieces of you shrouded in shadows
while others boldly face the light

always beautiful, you are,
one that I call my friend.

While I know it is hard to see
yourself through these eyes, try.
   I thought of you.

Sunrise Morningby *dragon-fly-to-me

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~Ginsbergchick May 15, 2011

How beautiful! The verse and photo are perfect together. This is excellent work, m'dear.

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You are very sweet to say.

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