Lay your burden down and dance with me
Grasp my hand and press close
Whisper to me of desires unsaid, as we sway and step
Disregard those around us
they are of no consequence
Only you and I exist
Dream of me
of my touch, my voice, my words
Share this world with me
or find new world’s in our kiss
in our eyes
Cry or scream, laugh or squee,
this minute, this moment made manifest
and you, and you.
Author: Pelgris
Misinterpretation
My writing is all about emotion. This can lead to the interpretation that I am in a bad place or am other than I am. I usually just let it go and let people make whatever decision they want about my writing but sometimes it should be said that In the moment my emotions are high and often what I write reflects that.
Immovable object
I love you
I love you
I love you
I hear your voice…I love you
I see you smile…I love you
You retreat under your hoodie…I love you
You send me a picture of a baby Fenix fox…I love you
Your face lights up when you see me…I love you
You don’t think you want to hear it…I love you
You push me away…I love you
I can’t stop this…I love you
You are more amazing each day…I love you
We stop speaking each day…. I love you
I see your name… I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Its been months, I just can’t stop.
I love you
Note: I regret posting this. Not because it is not true. But because I posted in a vulnerable moment without consideration of wider implications. I won’t pull it down. It scares me that it is up. I’m afraid of who will see it and what things they may conclude. So I’m afraid and as such it stays.
Butterfly
cut off from the world
In your cocoon of blankets
Snuggled down against the noise
I’ll crawl in beside you and hold you
Or
Touch the back of your neck and say, “I’m here,
Always”
My night out
That moment of hope between waking and dream
just that moment before it’s all that it seems
just the seconds that pass in heavy silence
just the times when on the tip of my tongue I’ve not said
I want you on the tip of my tongue
just these moments we let flow by
whether from desire or its lack
just this not quite fear
not enough to make me act
and the desire to say yes, mistress/yes, master
take me
use me as you desire
and in the morning make me coffee
and kiss
but this slow silence where it’s all ponderous dream
and the next round
the next dream
the next chance?
It’s on me.
Missing what never was
I miss telling you how beautiful you are, not just because it’s true and I don’t think you believe it but because it’s the closest you would allow to me saying I love you.
Playlist-Heartbreake-Youtube
This is a more accessible format that google play:
On the drive in-Audio-Sleep
Waking from a dream at 4AM
My heart whispers to me, “wouldn’t it be amazing if she comes to us today and says ‘I know you have tickets to the Symphony, why didn’t you invite me’
to which we reply ‘You know why. I am in love with you and I can’t be around you without that knowledge. It would be disingenuous of me to ask you to go without you knowing that I want more than just friends. It’s painful to be around you on anything but that. Are you saying you want to explore whether you have or could fall for me?’
then she would say ‘I’m not sure’ uncertainly, and we would reply ‘
what are you not sure of? I can only promise what I did all those months ago. That I will do my level best to not hurt you. That I will always be honest with you. That I will do anything I can to help you in whatever endeavor you choose to give try to. ‘
and she will look at us with hope and say’ that’s what I want’.”
My brain looks at my heart for a long minute as my heart smiles and fidgets with nervous energy. My brain says “Gods love you, that is a beautiful scenario you have there. But you Must know, it’s not going to happen. She doesn’t have the courage to come to us under those circumstances, and she has made it clear as mud that she’s not interested in us in that way.” My heart replies, earnestly, “But it could happen.” To which my brain just shakes his head.
And this is why I wake and my heart hurts. Because it cannot let her go and I love here enough to forgive and move on past nearly anything. It gets easier to bear the pain of not being with her. Of not talking daily, of not being what we were and what we could be. The pain becomes just a part of my daily burden. But my heart still hopes. It is a fool. I’m a fool for having some part of me that thinks this might happen. But that part is beautiful, even if he is a fool.
Chase you?
I don’t chase. If I ask and you say no or not interested, I don’t ask again. I was talking to a friend of mine, a woman, and I was telling her why a relationship I had last year ended. We were talking, the person I was dating and I, and they said they were afraid to tell me something.
You know me, if it makes you afraid do it. So I tell them to say it so we can talk about it. They tell me “I’m trying not to fall in love with you.” My reaction: What the fuck! Why would you not want to fall in love with me!? I’m amazing. I’m not fighting falling in love with you. I said to them “I’m not mad, and thank you for your honesty” because what the fuck else am I going to say? Anyway the relationship went downhill from that point.
So my friend says, “My girl dictionary tells me that that phrase means that they were saying to chase harder.” Huh!? I’m all in, in a relationship. Examples: sexual sensual poems, gifts that are spot on, daily communication, instant response, always there, always available, hanging out and dates, hell they met some of my friends. Anyway, I’m all in, every time. So I tell my friend, “I don’t chase. If I asked you out and you said yes, and we go on more than 1 date. Then I’m in. For however long we last and as serious as you will allow.”
I find it funny, because I do ask out vanilla people if I think we are compatible or would be fun. And when they say no and I say ok and walk, I think they may be confused. I know for damn sure they are confused in the relationship. I don’t need to chase you. I’m not looking for sex. I can get that wherever. I’m looking for something deeper, something interesting. Ideally, a master, me, and a submissive, and whoever else as long as we are primary. If I’m wishing for situations here. Anyway, that’s the thought that occurred to me while driving home and I thought I’d pull over and write it before I lost it.
