What my mind knows, my heart will not accept

You get what you get. You don’t get to dictate what someone will give you, no matter how much you need it. Though, if you are brave enough, you should ask. You never know what someone is willing to do if you don’t ask. Not everyone can see the signs you are putting out into the world.

Reminders

see yourself through my eyes
See what I see

feel my heart
Without suspicion

free to know yourself
Free to follow
healing

Accept all of you
Always

There is no other way
 to love

Space between fingers

power and grace
Complexity
focused on desire
move at my command
expecting mock anger
instead
smile and comply
teasing each other
with what we desire
me to control and her to comply
a hands breadth away
and a lifetime

Editing

I do all of my edits while I’m writing. Then I read through after I have put it up and maybe correct some spelling or grammar. Rarely do I change word choice. If I am putting it on Amazon, then I do one more edit for spacing and such along with another read through. But I don’t end up changing much. For those who have read my stories are they horrible for want of editing? Feedback is appreciated.

Looking for a future

kiss the palm of your hand
To hold it to my beating heart
Trail kisses until our lips meet
Eyes holding
Shivering with choices we’ve yet to make

Just some things to think about

There isn’t a thing in this world I would not do for the people I love. I know all too well how easy it is to lose them. The world is not forgiving. It takes and takes and you are considered fortunate to be the last person in your age group to be left standing. A dubious honor to be sure.

The older I get the more prized those that I love become, not because I love less people but because I find my love grows. It builds on itself. It spills out and touches more people than I ever imagined I could love. More people who I feel a kinship to. More people who I respect.

For all of that, someone who sees me as vital to their life eludes me. I find something to love in so many but I still feel alone. I think that is what galls me. I can’t be unique. There has to be someone searching as hard for me as I do for them, right?

Maybe that is the hardest lesson. No matter how much we want, how much we need, how much we strive, there is always going to be something we cannot achieve, cannot find, cannot help.

This doesn’t mean that we don’t endeavor. It just means that we need to accept that there is a chance that we will fail. And that’s OK too

Layers

Each strata leads deeper
Each mystery a step
Down the rabbit hole
Until we stand
Secrets laid bare

I
And You

Hopes fruition…

Slip awake to distant dream
From feel of warmth and skin to skin
To this cold remembering

This desperate touch of dream
Of eyes held
Of hands clasped fingertips
Of silence pressed out
Thin on the edge of shattering

The heat of our bodies
Mismatched
But minds touching
Quantum entanglement
The spark originates
Then traverses this bridge
Bound eternal in our spinning

The sound of breathing
The rise and fall
You sleep on.

And seeing
Feeling you
Know stability amongst chaos

Wicked grins and knowing glances

Claimed and laid claim
But all just a game
Built empty this hollow
I can’t myself, follow
Led by desire
For some I don’t tire

Romance not wanted
I tried and I hunted
But deception works deeper
My delusion, my deceiver

Indulging in pleasure
It’s what passes for treasure
From a palate grown mired
In broken desires

You

In mid afternoon I retreat
In a quiet house
I soaked in the sun
Heat sinking deeply
I hold my hands flung out
Eyes closed
And for a moment
You are there with me
Time hanging
Still
Silent