Waking Up

Waking Up

when darkness erupts
around me
I think of you
non-sexual
smiling, standing there
with a wing span outreach
that could cover the room
but you don’t move
you just stand there
smiling
I want you to come over
hover
wait, when you did that before
I made you disappear

my golden gate
open
only after the laughter
has subsided
then these dreams occur
your smell returns
like ghosts I can’t touch
but I see
clear as summer’s sun
I see you
but can no longer touch you

In memoriam
I just breathe 

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Ecstasy

Ecstasy

deep in your folds
you grip tight
adjust the saddle
and throw your head back
ready to buck

that precious liquid
creating puddles
on our sheets

staring into eyes flickering
in moonlight
you flash an approving smile
wrap legs around waistline
an ease to a perfect fit
is this where love begins?

Journal Entry #25

How do you tell a writer s/he can’t write when there’s a lack of content flow and contextual elements? How do you tell a carpenter the pressure being used will split the wood? How do you tell someone their life isn’t worth the air in their lungs?  Is it like telling my heart who to love? Who to care for and overall, what feelings to feel in general? Passion is hard to measure with a yard stick, but it relies on the same concept throughout human life; it fuels us to keep going no matter how much we suck at what we are doing. The stubborn nature of our beings needs it for feeding. Persistence can be foolish and lead down a path of least resolution, however, the absence of trying can be considered a beeline straight to failure.  Here’s to not giving up.