You’ve dominated my heart, Goddess of my Heart.
GMH
My always
I tell my loves and lovers always. That I will always be honest. Always be faithful. Always be there. Always keep their desires in mind. Always listen, if not understand. Always support their choices, provided those choices hurt none. Always love them. Always, always, always.
Its true and not true. I will always. Unless you walk away, no longer want me. In that circumstance, my always drifts away like a dream apparating into consciousness. Leaving me with the only always you can be certain of. I will always love you. Love is not finite. It grows to encompass all.
I feel it needs to be said, that the person I am with now. The person I love now. She is different from all prior loves. In most I am holding some piece of myself back. Some bit I don’t feel safe to share. With my Goddess of my Heart, she could have all of me. Everything I am. Life doesn’t wait for it to be simple or easy. I’ve learned that. And when it seems easy, it becomes difficult almost out of spite. We can overcome it. I’ve made my choice. I make it again and again. My choice is you. Again and again.
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Sheet music
I will dream of you
when sleep pulls me under
and with every inhaled breathe
the thought of you pulls me forward into the unknown future
if I must
I will be as a dream stealing moments with you when your mind slumbers
as our hearts are drawn to each other
and live lives in that world we create for each other
but this dream
these words can not long contain us
we will burst forth.
You are the ember in my heart.
My home. My refuge.
If we be but dream, dreams fade.
But
NO
we are as souls bound together
as rhythm and melody in a song the world itself sings
You are my song.
My Cha’trez.
And I will sing you forever.
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Just hopes
I want to sing you songs.
I want to read you stories.
I want to write poetry in tracery across your skin.
I want to slow dance with you to the sounds of a thunderstorm.
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Wine or whiskey
If hope were wine then I’d be drunk half the time, but despair is just as kind as wine but with whiskey instead.
Caught betwixt hope and despair, in desire, only for you.
I drink deeply of water and watch my twin demons of hope and despair stagger about. But time is passing without touch or word, and while my mind sits above the fray and understands the why, my heart sits near, in ache and missing you. My heart it yearns, it needs, it desires. Always moving closer to you. My head wants the same but knows why that is not happening, yet.
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Daedalus step
Drift and burn
as descending into brittle nightmare
surfacing into dream
out of madness
pain and chance crowd in
giving and taking
as chaos is sown from order
burst through doors made weak
spiral into vortex
wherein choice is denied
as decision was made before the breaking of the world
and it was always you
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Shaman’s Fury
storm rages
wind sweeps
lightning growls
rain pounds
rip me open
pour in your fury
stand as archetype
as avatar
deep within
without mercy
break the world
without you there is only end
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Uncertain fragility
The soft skitter of wind kissed across skin
Inexplicably cold dropped deep into coma
Slipping down from heights
Settling into well worn grooves
Fever blossom flushed
Dizzy
Sensitive to touch
Shudder at the core
Boxes closed, open of their own accord
Anxiety and depression waking from their slumber
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Slow passage of time
Pain blooms in nerve endings
in joints
pressure and sensation
wake
unfolding out
dance slow cheek to cheek
ephemeral sensation birthing fires that bring heat to flesh
lips press in
half parted
first taste hinting strawberry
memories wander
notes bursting out of skin
breaking free to sing
pulse quickens
arms encircle
hold as in in mind
forever
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Wax and wane
There are days where I do not write of sensuality. Days where nary a tit or skin or lips are mentioned. It is on those days that I am so consumed by the thought of you that I cannot form coherent sentences. Instead, I dream of touching and being touched. Of spanking and tying you to our bed. Of tasting and licking until you writhe and beg me to cum. It is not that on days I write, I want you any less. Merely that on those days I am more in control.
Pelgris 