Touch. Kiss. Caress. Repeat.
Sensation passes between.
From where did it start?
Simultaneous energy surges
None more incessant than the other
Hands reach out for embrace
Lips unseal magic vials
Passion. Heat. Life. Meaning.
Emptiness drives fulfillment
To vacate the whole
Replaced with a new potion
Developed in lust
Each adding to the moment
With a renewed vigor for love
Simple. Childish. Honest. Pure.
Sharing time in presence
Intimacy forms a shell hiding nothing
But from within, safety emerges
Allowing singular intent
To touch, kiss, caress
To live love’s simplicity
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Black Pearl (Sep 3, 2007)
I look into the glass
And don't know what I see
I can't see past
What I want and need,
To let “what is” simply be
The smoothed lines
Of only my thoughts
Alone without repercussion
Surround my will
Like an innocent sand
A single dark cloud
Forming is natural
Until it releases
And all that you fear
Is all that you feel
The black pearl in my hand
Crushes its weight upon me
And my mind begs
"Crack it open please,
Don't let this one go free"
I look harder into the glass
And finally I see
What I need is not there
But already inside me
Waiting to be seen
I should leave such a treasure
To remain rare, real, irresistible
A blooming tempest
For a new discoverer
For himself to reveal
Perhaps I can’t see
Where I really am,
That I am not seeing
A black pearl
Lit upon my hand
Perhaps I’m the black one
A pearl sitting in her hand
Waiting to be cracked
When she finally sees
She’s the one with the key
And don't know what I see
I can't see past
What I want and need,
To let “what is” simply be
The smoothed lines
Of only my thoughts
Alone without repercussion
Surround my will
Like an innocent sand
A single dark cloud
Forming is natural
Until it releases
And all that you fear
Is all that you feel
The black pearl in my hand
Crushes its weight upon me
And my mind begs
"Crack it open please,
Don't let this one go free"
I look harder into the glass
And finally I see
What I need is not there
But already inside me
Waiting to be seen
I should leave such a treasure
To remain rare, real, irresistible
A blooming tempest
For a new discoverer
For himself to reveal
Perhaps I can’t see
Where I really am,
That I am not seeing
A black pearl
Lit upon my hand
Perhaps I’m the black one
A pearl sitting in her hand
Waiting to be cracked
When she finally sees
She’s the one with the key
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