The ground was extremely fertile, full of nutrients, lush, loamy, warmed by the sun. It loved to be tended, cultivated; responding to the upheaval in preparation for reception of new and wondrous sowings ~ promises of the magnificent, bountiful gardens it would host.......and ~there was hope~ The ground spew forth gangly grass and ragged pebbles. At times, swirling about in muddy antics that only attracted boys with their sharp shovels and an occasional toy boat, in homage to the rippling pool - a gift of the rains..........but ~there was hope~ The ground drew into itself, depleting the nourishing moisture that had been preserved so diligently. The rich elements feeding upon themselves in slow intensity - altering the landscape with cavernous cracks as a dingy gray mold, facetiously masquerading as the morning frost spread across its surface closing off the pores.........still ~there was hope~ The ground felt a disruption in its stagnant depths and it grumbled and shifted, trying to disburden itself of that which was claiming foothold on this private plot. Faint dreams of once resplendent fruition floated in the warm afternoon breeze and unwittingly the ground began to flourish.........oh ~there was hope~ The ground began to stir with activity. Surprised out of its dormancy, it greedily consumed the nourishing rainwater and strained with vibrancy as the sun began to heat the surface, penetrating the soil, restoring its value and reviving the lushness.............yes ~there was hope~ The ground thrived day by day. No longer spewing gangly grass or ragged pebbles ~ muddy torrents quickly run off, sending the boys and their shovels to alternate terrain - toy boats a drifting memory. For the ground was once again extremely fertile, full of nutrients, lush and loamy. It loved being tended ~ in homage to the hardy, magnificent Sunflower holding court ~ in the flourishing, bountiful, garden............thankfully ~there was hope~
Love is owned by no - one in its universal scope; yet experienced by only – one in the narrow confines of the mind. Love is frustrating in its complexity. Like the Rubik’s cube, the vastness of combinations distorts our view as the urgency for solution becomes overwhelming. Love is a gift freely given. As it touches our souls, we struggle to emerge from the tightly woven cocoons of self-absorption. We become butterflies, our wings spread to dance on the wind and display our beauty. Love is the face of people. Each pair of eyes viewing the canvas in various interpretations. Stories and adventures vicariously lived through the mind’s eye. Love is pure and true. Cool water from a crystal spring that tumbles over the harsh rocks of the mountainside, scooped up into urgent hands to quench the thirst. Love is finally two. The ultimate culmination of our experience, our distortion, our frustration, our struggle, our dance, our display, our interpretation, our thirst our purity, our truth. The miracle performed.
To shout from the roofs! To rejoice in the union. To exalt in us. To dance in the glow. of "all our tomorrows", love. To exalt in us. To whisper sweet words. To be hushed in the fervor. To exalt in us. To yell at the sky. To dance among sunflowers. To exalt in us. To unbind tethers. To fly high with the angels. To exalt in us. To kiss and enfold. To experience release. To exalt in us. To turn your face up. To drink in impassioned tears. To exalt in us. To touch each other. To the delight of our souls. To exalt in us. To shout from the roofs! To rejoice in the union. To exalt in us.
~ROGUE~ I have caught a dream in knowing and loving you. I have happiness by the tail and I feel like a Whirling Dirvish might feel in his never-ending, twirling, trance. ~YOU have given it all meaning, my true one; the pieces are beginnng to fit~
I awaken in the night and silently your name is formed on my lips ~ A reflex action now because you are never from my thoughts. Indeed, we are one. My hand pressing firmly against my breast which is full and round in the desire of you. Kneading the warm flesh, pinching the succulence of my nipple. It is your hand. The warmth of my loins sending a flush throughout my body as my fingertips play upon the hardness of my most tender spot. Soon the jolt of the explosion arches my back up against the illusion of you hovering above. It is your fingertips. The sweet smell of desire ~ the scent is in the air. My passion brought to fruition by the sound of your phantom voice in my ear ~ urging me, coercing me ~ to come with you. It is your scent. The whisper ~ an invitation to dance in your shadow. To follow your every rythm as we stride together in the waltz of ecstasy; matching each other's cries of delight as our impassioned music reaches a deafening crescendo. Indeed, we are one.
soft kisses ~ from your angel's lips ~ on your lips, this is what I dream of. gentle caresses ~ from your angel's fingertips ~ on your face, this is what I dream of. soft breath -~from your angel's mouth ~ against your skin, this is what I dream of. gentle gazes ~ from your angel's eyes ~ reflected in your eyes, this is what I dream of. soft flesh ~ from your angel's breasts ~ pressing to your breast, this is what I dream of. gentle words ~ from your angel's voice ~ harmonious with your voice, this is what I dream of. soft sighs ~ from your angels's throat ~ blending with your sighs, this is what I dream of. gentle awakening ~ from your angel's dream ~ awakening in your arms, this is what I dream of.
~Realization~ If you will lie quietly ~ One night you will hear me call your name... And you will feel ~ finally feel this love ~ by the warmth of my skin, the tightness of my embrace, the look in my eyes ~ baring my soul to you. Because you and only you have seen the depths of my soul. And you and only you will know my passion.
~ ENRAPTURED~ Carry with you this pocketful of stars, that have been touched by the toes of your angel pirouetting joyously through the heavens - all the while playing tag with the cosmic vibrancy of my errant rogue
Carry with you this pocketful of stars, that have been touched by the toes of your angel pirouetting joyously through the heavens - all the while playing tag with the cosmic vibrancy of my errant rogue
Restless slumber ~ I teeter on the brink of neither here nor there. My body longs for what is presently unatainable.... Meloncholia. The night air ~ satiated with the heavy downpour of a spring storm. It penetrates my lungs with the cool freshness.... My heady scent ~ lingers like a shadow. Musky, as vivid senses peak and ebb to the crash of the encroaching thunder.... The exquisite voice ~ of my true one, plays over and over in my mind. He is Maestro of my soul, orchestrating my fantasies. And I relinquish myself to his magic once more.... Restless slumber ~ I teeter on the brink of neither here nor there. My body longs for what is presently unatainable... Rapture!!
I have waited my whole life to be encompassed in a circle of true, pure love ~ "THE" circle which YOU and I share. Evermore...... Reciprocating every thought, every action ~ as WE joyfully give and take in OUR resolute desire to please. The flames of passion intensely spreading through OUR united soul. Each nerve ending pulsating ~ while OUR hearts, filled with love and devotion, beat in venerable unison. Each day becoming a celebration, filled with dreams of tender touches, loving glances, and soft spoken whispers. Dreams that caress OUR minds with sensual imagery that casts a rosy glow on the lingering memories. Each night sleeplessly culminating that celebration ~ filled with dreams of urgent graspings, heated gazes, and headily spoken whispers. Dreams that stagger OUR minds with intense imagery that casts a reddened blush on the lasting memories. Yes, I have waited my whole life to be encompassed in a circle of true and pure love. "THE" circle which YOU and I share. Evermore......