Missteries

It’s a knock on the door,
the turn of a key in a lock;
a click of a dress shoe’s heel;
checkered socks on dark hardwood

It’s a kiss on the cheek,
the whiff of sweet perfume
on the nape of a neck;
gentle passions burning,
aflame like a candle’s wick

It’s the heat of a hand,
rough fingers extending;
the warmth of a sigh;
a shudder of anticipation
waiting for a breath

It’s the thump of a heart,
beads of delight dripping
onto softly parted lips;
eager moans beckoning,
the deepening of eternity.

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Absences & Influences

An absence of the mind,
brings thoughtful possessions
of dancing tongues
to a staggering halt
at the foot of a mountain.

A mountain of emotions,
so steep and slippery and tall
one might as well be swallowing soap
and trying to fly upwards
floating atop bubbles of bile.

An influence of the Universe,
vast and fearless in her knowledge
pushes Lilith to move on, evermore
beyond understanding and will,
she cries and begs it all to stop.

A peaceful anguish in knowing nothing,
desperately searching for meaning
in the heart ache and the projection
of loved ones gone and forgotten,
Lilith stands alone, once more, forever.

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Mind Over Matter

How does one love?

For is the love of love itself not a confusion,
A disarray of synapses, receiving tiny bolts of information
That make us believe a familiarity, of sorts, can give way
To a rumbling inside that can barely be contained.

But how can this be?

The intensity rises with every thought,
Mouth-watering passion, so thick in the air, you can taste it.
I can smell you, kiss you, taste you, breathe you, swallow you…
Surely this is not merely a figment, or a chemical imbalance.

Do we ever truly love?

The overwhelming need to bond, and retain our feet on solid ground,
Makes one forget that life is more than babbling babes and blue balls
It is adventure; the glance of a flame-haired beauty, across the bar
A piece of silk floating in the window of the forgotten hotel room.

So, what is love, love?

Love is the salty taste of your lips after a run.
It’s the gentle strength of your hand against my cheek.
The softness of your touch when you part my thighs.
It is the warmth of your smile when you lose yourself in thought.
The fullness of your laughter when you can’t contain your amusement.
It is the depth of our souls intertwining, time and time again.
But love is also knowing how to let go when our time is up,
Just to welcome you back in tender embrace, every time you return.
Love is knowing that I am yours, beyond convention and expectation.
It is knowing that you are mine, and that I hold the key to your heart.
Even if no one else will ever know, and we are forever worlds apart.

We are love, love.

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Haven

Everywhere I look, you’re there, somewhere
A subtly stifled smirk, unbeknownst to others,
A mirrored image in the gleaming window,
The steady tap, tap, tap of the beat of a drum,
The crisp sound of shoes on freshly fallen snow.

When did you become my haven,
The place in which I’ll forever feel safe and warm.
An ocean of love, narrowly navigated by the few
Who can embrace unlikely truths and unusual encounters?

Kiss me on a stormy morning,
Wipe away my tears as the rain draws lines on the panes.
Pull me in close, against your beating heart,
Compel the pain away with your radiant heat.
Hold my cheek and urge me to sleep.

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Havre

Partout où erre l’oeil, tu es là, quelque part
Un sourire narquois subtil, inconnu des autres,
Une image miroir dans une fenêtre luisante,
Le battement continu du tambour,
La clarté des pas sur une neige fraîche.

Quand es-tu devenu mon havre,
Le refuge où toujours je serai en sécurité
Un Océan d’amour, navigué tendrement par ceux
Qui enlacent les vérités des rencontres inhabituelles?

Embrasse-moi par une matinée tempétueuse,
Essuie mes larmes au rythme de la pluie sur les carreaux.
Tiens-moi fort, contre ton coeur battant
Éteins la douleur avec ta chaleur radieuse
Caresse ma joue et invite le sommeil.

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Bunny 🐇

Deer in headlights,
Sublime emanations and elevations
Poet pierced earnestly
By an artist’s flair
For the unknown and the unusual.
A rabbit in a hole,
Ready to eat your secret garden.
Shhhhh…

A State Of Me

I haven’t felt human in a long time
to the point
where I’ve doubted
having blood running through my veins
A search for meaning
in hard substances
and things devoid of substance
in cold sheets
and soft embraces…
But I’ve discovered myself,
deep down, where no one wants to go
a profound understanding
of the duality
that runs through my veins
It isn’t blood that pumps into my heart
but also Magic…
Things yearned and learned
from Goddesses past,
and mothers of the earth,
creators of life and all things.
Like all humans,
I doubt my humanity,
for what does it mean
to be Human in the first place?

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Mistress Magic

I see you
I love you
I feel you
I breathe you.

You are mine
You are hers
You are the world’s
You are beautiful.

I know you
I crave you
I desire you
I devour you.

Two halves to your whole,
We hold you close.
Heart safe and warm,
Between the sheets of passion and love.

Sleep sound darling,
Sweet Repose.
Always beside you,
When I’m nowhere near.

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Weight

On supported grounds we lose our footing
Angling and dangling towards the unknown
Waters below blue and black
Like bruises we can’t quite place.
Temptations to hold hands,
Reassuringly embrace; pull her back to safety.
Resistance of time, and love.
There is no momentum when gears stick
Just a simple necessity of lubrication
Risk, develop, shine.
Properly oiled machines
Weight of the world on our shoulders.
Mechanical creatures,
Powerful feats of engineering,
No longer Puppets, always Puppeteers.
Dance, cry, love, fuck
Never devoid of choice.
Elements in our grasp forming a whole
Living, breathing, dying.
Bearings.
Find, Use
Or Fall.

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