This took my breath away. It’s not my own creation, but I must share it.
The lover of another covered me in kisses, her specificity dismissed for the bliss that we could witness. At first glance I was coy, but the division was elusive, my submission to the substance and her heart was most profusive. I watched skin touching skin and those satisfying sounds of lovers giving in to their passions all unbound, and the test was passed most surely by each in their own way, as the girls we felt emotions that came strong and held some sway.
Curves of bodies, moans of pleasure and disappearance into dreams, I can’t say it wasn’t lovely and heartbreaking at the seams, as you learn the look your lover gives the other all undone, and you cling to what you have because it’s all you’ve ever won. Still experience is effort, and we gave it as we got, the openness was awesome, battles won but never fought, for there is nothing gained in grasping at the fluidity of love, just some souls all pressed together, hope as pure white as a dove.
November 7, 2012
Pin a wish upon a possibility. Play it safe, or set it free.
Procure a process for consumption, release presumption, let it be.
The chips they fall & scattered lay until we pick them up & say
with which we wished & hoped & prayed & counted upon our hand to play.
She speaks metaphors because she plays with what she’s yearning not to say
but when she pins her wishes high – stars can’t be seen throughout the day.
June 13, 2011