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The End of Pleasure is Pain…
More later.

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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.

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Birthday Suit

Like a seed
Softening its outer shell
I’m getting ready to penetrate the ground.

Lead me back to my Roots
Reveal secrets only this Body knows,
this Blood.

Its getting warm in Here
I want to take it all off,
all the Layers of Me
Masks
Capes
Hats
Armor
Be left with the Lightness of my Being.

Would you hold Me?
Should I shudder with the icy stares of All The Different Parts of Me?
Wrap your Warmth around my Body, please
before a chilly air freezes my naked Heart.

Let me just stretch out for a Moment,
Try this Light on for size, see how It fits.

Thank You for Holding Space…

…for a New Dance to Come Alive.

RAICILLA

I can feel your fermented roots washing down my throat.
   So potent –
yet you don’t burn inside.
Lining my lips with a drop of your Spirit,
a hazy memory of you returns…

You move
   in dark, slow motion
like a cat with white paws and black fur on it’s back.

You danced so gracefully, Love.
And it ripped my Heart to pieces!

Who knew
you would give so much of yourSelf to The Process,
Each Time
Extracting the Very Essence of You to the stage.

You’re Performing again tonight.

So am I.
Giving mySelf to these pages,
   Birthing Red Ramblings
Every evening between breaths.
Curling up and contracting what The Senses perceive
  The Body then stretches
Expresses,
Distilling my Experience into a Blissful Exchange
   Between You & I.

So I propose…
   a toast!

May there be many more moments
   of this Ever-Evolving Eros.

¡Salúd!

RAICILLA
– ara, 2014

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*clink*clink*

I like the smell of beer too,
once my Lover drinks it.
But I like the taste of wine better,
slowly sipped
from your treasured chalice.

My Lover’s breath is bittersweet,
fermented words & barley
His Souls whisperings are hot and holy,
His Expression, my preferred addiction.

But you,
Your cup is overflowing,
Will you not pour me a glass of my own?
Don’t hold on to all the goodness now,
There’s no fun or love in hoarding.

Share.
Share if you care to,
But don’t spill a single drop.
Make haste,
But don’t waste!
And save me a little bit of loving…
Here’s to a beautiful evening.

Cheers!

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Midnight in Paris

Finally saw the movie after buying the DVD forever ago.

So funny. So true. So Woody Allen…
The can-can scene made me cry.

The book that Gil Bender (Owen Wilson) wrote may or may not have been a hit, but his book’s character should be able to get this one…

 

One day,

when the rain pours down in Paris

I shall find solace

in a dusty, old nostalgia shop.

I will find you,

again

As I did in the desert

many Lifetimes ago.

Don’t worry…

You’ll know its Me,

as You did

when I first Touched You.

Blessed Union of Souls

You’ll know…

I promise.

My Loving is unmistakable.

You’ll know.

 

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r-EVOL-ution

You’ve changed…
You smell sweeter now.
Oddly enough,
Aged
You’re more playful;
Fleeting.

How you’ve grown…
Wiser.
Stronger.
More beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

And yet,
so much remains the same.
Love,
Respect;
The Uncertainty of What Shall Happen Next.

Shhhh…
Be with Me in This Moment,
Its all we get this Time!

Don’t let the fear of tomorrow take away the glory of today!

This is All There Is,
so take what I have to give.
I don’t care what you’ll do tomorrow,
I just need to love who you are today.

This is my offering.

Love that flows and is received is Medicine.
Pent up inside; trapped –
It is poison.

Don’t leave me here tomorrow to die a slow death.

 

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Goodbye to the Bitter, My Sweet

Bitter
This Medicine is bitter
The smell of incense tricks you into thinking it is sweet
But no,
The smoke of remembering our past is bitter.

What did you think?
That our coming together would be delicious?
One must first mourn
the death of what was
before delighting in the birth of the new.

Better
I’m now better
Infusing this Space
With Silence
My gaze
Lonely memories of you
An exhale…
After holding my breath all throughout your stay.

Goodbye, my sweet.
You’ve healed me.

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