Years End

Rain
December 31
Somehow right
Washing away the year
Floating on tears
Fears
Clean
Unborn
Happy New Year

balanced

Days with both the moon and sun
Together
Almost…
Poetry can be found in those days
Sky, white moon
She looks closer washed in sky blue
Both ancient and new
Valhalla touching Earth
Everything is possible
Sacred
Profane
Male
Female
Right
Wrong
Union of day and night
Hear the distant drumbeat of our ancestors
Feel the heartbeat of Mother Earth
I live for days like that

Decide

Tonight
I am open
Like a book
Or a lover
You choose
Just for tonight

Bedouin

In my heart
I am a nomad
Yet bound
Longing to be free
Midnight fires
Call me
Smoke carrying dreams
Incense heavy
Myrrh
Speaking of love …Passions
A soul memory
Time long ago
Speaking my name
Again

Antiques

Something about the love of rust
Drawn to the tattered and frayed
Comforted by what I feel
Things once loved
Now found anew
Broken in
Memories felt
Softly whispering their histories
Caressing the past
Hoping that years hence
Others will feel me
In things tattered and worn

Pigment and Linen

Blank canvas
Intimidating
Promising
Almost like looking into the sun
Tubes of paint
Buttery and soft
Linseed oil
Like lube
Brushes, phallic instruments
Canvas becomes the vessel
Creating a picture of souls exposed
When I paint
It is of unknown lovers
Yet to be met
Like the blank canvas
There is promise in that

Tonight

Life on hold
Waiting
For what?
Needing more
Longing
Stalled

Cum for me

Question

He asked
Have you ever cum looking into your lovers eyes?
No
Wondering
What would I see?
What would he see?
Do my eyes shut because I am afraid
Needing to keep something of myself in
Or to keep him out
If I cum with my eyes open
I could never leave
Could he?

Reflection

Looking in the mirror
It has been a long time
Older than I was before
Not knowing the eyes that stare back
There have been sorrows
Can see the pain
Longing, love, lust and loss
Always thinking I would win
A hushed whisper
Look…see…feel
In the end you did win
Battles were waged
Fighting was fierce
Many have fallen
Profoundly changed but still standing
Looking in the mirror of remembering

Good Morning

It was a rainy morning
Drops hitting the window
Like a harp melody against the pane
Men and women
You and me
Rainy mornings are like slow fucks
Exploring
Cuddling
Kneeling
Wet outside
Wet inside
Fingers finding an ancient rhythm
Cumming
Awake

Road not taken

Your voice
Rich, warm and sensual
Holding promises
Visions of shared touch
Wrapping around me like a warm cape
Your laughter, fingers playing over my back
Mind pulling me in
Making me want things I had forgotten
But, there are unwritten rules
Lines not crossed
Honor not tarnished
You are taken
Wishing I could
Knowing better
Walking away before it is too late
Able to live with myself
Sleeping alone
Integrity to keep me warm

Winter

There is a shade of blue you only see this time of year
Close to 5:00 o'clock it turns electric
The color you see on Christmas cards
It's shade caresses you
For a moment you feel warm in it's embrace
Then in a flash
It is gone
Night drops like a curtain
Once again you are cold
Alone
Deep in December

Questions

Too many dead
Grandparents
Father
Too many friends to name
Little one
John
The secret is to take all the love they offer
To fill, the empty spaces when they leave

How was I to know….I didn’t get enough
Am I giving enough?

Morning Memories

I made blueberry pancakes today
Plump blueberries
Fresh maple syrup from Vermont
Butter from France
The kind you liked so well
Served them on antique dishes
You know the ones we found in Nantucket
Fresh coffee with cream
There were even flowers on the table
For a moment
I thought I could see you sitting there
Laughing at me
For having flour on my nose
Remembering breakfasts so long ago
I never liked to eat alone

Moon

How odd the on the day I choose to lose my shroud
The moon appears hidden, cloaked from view
Has she felt the pain?
Does she know and understand my need?
The moon and I used to keep council
Will she know me unmasked?
Do I?

Web

Strange connection
Laughter
Exposed
Secrets shared
Longings revealed
Odd way to feel
Not real
Too real
Chances
Fears
Not what you want
Caring
Hiding

Gifts?

Feathers
Floating down
They fall at my feet
Finding so many
Why?
What do they tell?
They remind me of you
And still I keep them
I have them all

Lighting

Rose Quartz lamps in tents

Cocoon of flickering light
Heat of passions felt
Abandon thoughts
Freedom
Fucking
Cum

Yes, this time I will light rose quartz lamps

Orphaned Daughter

Ghirardelli
I don’t think of chocolate
I think of silver rings
And my Father
San Francisco…crisp and cool
Street vendors…a sea of silver
Rings of three
I saw you there sitting on a bench
4 years dead
Yet you were there…In spirit, looking at the Bay

I still wear those rings
I still miss you

Sunday

Tonight I want a different side of you
I want to feel your arms around me
Your chest hair against my cheek
My leg over your thigh
The warmth of your body
My hand rising and falling with your breath
Our heartbeats in tune
I need you tonight not as a lover
But as a protector
Make me feel safe
Whisper in my ear that it will be alright
That you will hold me until it is
Please don’t let go
I need you tonight

Empty

I am not one of those simpering woman
That has to have a man to feel complete
I can and do stand on my own
Most of the time
But there is deep longing
Found resting in my body
An emptiness that begs to be filled
Only one thing I have found
Eases that emptiness
A lover’s cock
Velvet and hard
To fill the path to my soul
That roadway to my heart

Find me
Fill me
Let me wrap my legs around your waist
Find me
Fill me
Let me surround your cock with my lips
Find me
Fill me

Take this emptiness
Find me
Fill me

Sacred

I love fucking you on my knees
Stomach pressed against my back
Your breath in my ear
Teeth biting my neck
Growling primal needs
I'm always more vocal on my knees
Screaming your name...and fuck harder
Images of passions released
Of fur and fire pulled from ancient texts
Before sex was turned into missionary fairytales
When fucking was sacred to the Gods
Seeing myself as Bast
And you my mighty Horus


My knees haven't been sore for far too long

Longing

And still in silence
My soul seeks ...

Awake

I cry
So close
Fuck me harder
Harder…Yes
Wake me with your cock
Sleeping beauty was awakened with a kiss
Pull me from my slumber
Thrust deeper…open my soul
Bring me to the light
Share your cum

Gasp
Oh God yes…
I see morning

Fear

Hiding
I fear eyes
Looking but not seeing
Hurting but not feeling
When you look at me…What do you see?
I fear eyes
No…I fear your eyes

Metal and Wind

Death of an unmovable object
Signs whipping in the wind
They thought they were infallible
The wind knew better
Fierce rocking…tearing…falling
Signs lay rusting and dying in the grass
It was their immobility that doomed them in the end
Silly signs
Wind always wins in the end

Bruises

I will be marked after fucking you
These marks I will wear proudly
Medals won in battle
Make me kneel at your feet
Make me want to
Kneel at my feet
Want to
Make me want to be yours
Let me be yours

Kneeling together…Belonging
Found

Omens

I heard them again today
The whispers of the crows
Do crows whisper?
They told me it is time

Time to walk with the living
To live again
Try again
Feel
Hope

This time I listened

Bed

It has been too long
To wake with another
It isn’t the fucking I miss…A lie
It is the touch
Flesh to flesh
Breath to breath
Cock to pussy
Ass to cock
Arm to waist
Head to chest
Soul to soul
Yes, it has been too long

Moments

Not the person I was the moment before you said hello…
It was sunny
Not the person I was before we slept together for the first time…
It was rainy
Not the person I was before you took your last breath…
It was cold

Wanting more
Needing more

Wanting to go back
Stepping forward instead
It was lonely