Month: February 2015

Ode to Writing

Hello Old Love.
   It’s been a while since our last meeting.

I remember
Your Words gliding off my fingers
   as I leisurely moved them through the Air,
infused with your unmistakable prEsence.

   Sweat
Dust
   Sundown

Our first encounters
some lazy afternoons in my youth.

You captivated me
With your Beauty
     Boldness
Unpredictability
     and Candor…
My Desire for you has not waned.

Perhaps
   Now
The Wanting comes from Deeper Within
   a fixation to be encapsulated by your breath…
Spoken Word.

But for my eyes to behold every part of you has always been my weakness.
To feel my hands skim your body is my preferred obsession,
   a compulsion to be embraced by your Warmth.

And so…
   Here We Are Again,
Together in the Red Room
   Dancing to each other’s breath.

Hello Old Love,
It’s beautiful To Be With You again.

#dp

From the Depths of Me

chamela blues

I’m ready to reveal myself to you
what I Want,
what I Need,
I’ll show you my Longing for Something Deeper,
still.

I’m ready to tell you what my Dreams look like,
so much so,
you’ll know
how it feels to be Inside of me.
I will Fill You In.

You’ll know the color of my wanting,
the burning of my Desire.
See the smoke rising from the consummation of my love,
an Offering on this altar of ours.

Pray with me,
and sing
to the tune of our Hearts Beating as One,
Bodies Breathing as One.

Walk in to my Fantasies,
make them come alive.
From the depths of our Prayers
we will reach the high Heavens…
One Breath,
at a time.

#wpc