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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

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

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.

Finding Peaceshe is like a golden sickle
piercing dark purple velvet,
carving a place for diamonds
to dance and fly.

observing her rise and descent,
I dream of dwelling in the curve of her breast
feeling each stroke against the night,
lying in that silent sacred bow.

I marvel, watching diamonds fall
absorbing their heat as they brush my face,
illuminating my endless wonder-
I revel in her magic, her power.

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

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

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.

Sunset tonight
the burnt orange sky
was impressed
with darkening lavender bruises...

and
I thought of you

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.

Ruthless                                                   [persistent]
                                words flood a fire in my synapses
                 &#

sweet companion

I grasp the fleeting fingers

of solitude

in a desperate tenuous grasp

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

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.

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Sad sorry state of affairs 'round these parts.

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*halcyonshores Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That was sweet and sigh-worthy..

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*dragon-fly-to-me Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, one of my sweetest online friends.

btw...there is some nickname generator my friend found and mine comes out as: jazzy hooligan. What say you???

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*halcyonshores Dec 3, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

and

, that was ..eclectic perfection.

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*dragon-fly-to-me Dec 5, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well, if I put in "bmw" but you know...in parts, you are "blessed weepy."

"halcyonshores" separated is, Harley Streudel.

and when I put in my reaaaal name, my nickname is Jazzy Booty Boo. omgosh. I am obviously in the wrong business.

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*halcyonshores Dec 13, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I think you would do great in any business you liked.
That was simply priceless.

I still want a Harley at some point, btw
bmw that I am.

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*dragon-fly-to-me Dec 15, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

no...not any. but probably more than I apply myself at.

I am sure you would look a-wwww-esome. If you wish it, I wish it for you.

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*halcyonshores Dec 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I will certainly let you know if that day comes

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~Jays-KaleidoQuasar Nov 29, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

It's very sweet!

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*dragon-fly-to-me Nov 30, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you, Jay Tori.

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