She branded me with THAT kiss, like a tattoo
I see the world from an angle of tenderness and magic and illusion and end with an after thought of reality. I write about the things I am most in love with and that would be life and my muse.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Freedom from chains
I am free
A wild horse that gallops where the wind blows
I don’t need to walk or rest
I want to get more of the 1/3rd that people waste on sleep
I
I am free
A boat sailing without an anchor
I don’t need to know where land is
I'm bound to sail into it anyway
I
I am free
A calendar that reads "today" on every page
Tomorrow never comes and the past is lost forever
All we can really work on is today
I don't like chains, rules, schedules, plans
For they bind, limit and dictate
You...
I with you...
Me…
Me with you
Makes me want to stop speeding all the time
To gallop through the city and trot on the scenic country roads
Though I could stay awake and be the one to switch-on the light of
day
At night, I crave the restful pause of peaceful sleep in your arms
That 1/3rd can be 1/2 as long as I am asleep with you
Me with you
A boat bound for a specific port, My dreams a northern star
My sails filled every now and then by the thought of where you are
My eyes set on the shore, having a favorite lighthouse that I long
to see
Me with You, freedom, to be anchored to something without feeling
chained
You are my yesterday’s dream
My tomorrow ‘s hope
And my every today
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Soul Speak
Despite the similar preliminaries and sensations, I know
this is not the mere call of the flesh.
Now I know why this need and urgency to
make love to you.
Touch is the only language with which the soul speaks with and listens
My soul has something to say to yours and I need to know what yours has to say to me.
Kiss?
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Animus and Anima
We are all animus and anima, man and woman, in one
capsulated ball.
The man in me will make love to the woman in you and the woman
in me will reply as well by making love to the man in you and viz a viz.
Animus
and Anima.
In a bed of entangled souls we will be both might and mercy, strength
and grace together.
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