Dream in time (from the archives)

You are my greatest weakness

A lasting fire

Fueled by desire

Sweet nervous knots

Dancing in my core

Butterfly wings sharpened to perfection

Every cut, deeper than the last

Your will

My wish

My thoughts

Your gifts

Falling deeper this

Glorious dreams of bliss

Take my soul

Never let me go

Command space

Playing strings to bind

Locks that hold us close

A powerful universe consumes us

Particles of affection whispering our breaths

We become a soliloquy of passion

Enchained

Entwined

Our lips counting seconds into kisses

Our tongues

Acquiesce

Surrendering to wild, raw

Stolen moments

Deliciously forbidden

You devour me

Make me yours forever

Now

You own me, my essence

There is no turning back

My hands are bound

As I kneel

Still

Thirsty

A slave to our love

To you

…

Time

We existed only to please it

Now

We hold its key burning in our hearts

Some thoughts on this:

Poetry has always been personal to me. If I read it or write something about it, it is deeply rooted in me. But it is not always about me or my experiences; it is born from deep imagination and dreams. Music also inspires me, as did Hans Zimmer’s “Time” for this piece.

Hope at sunset

There was an ache in her belly as she stood on the balcony, waiting to see her beloved cross over the castle barriers. Her breath was heavy, and tears were beginning to sprout. Her flaxen hair imprisoned by the wind. On the horizon, a sunset full of pink and orange dreams made tears flow down her face. How can something so beautiful bring with it so much despair?

“Your majesty! Shall I send in the first line?”

“No. He’s not here yet. He’s…”

“Your majesty, they’re closing in. They’ll be at the gates soon! If we don’t–“

“If we don’t wait, he’ll be killed.”

“With all due respect, your majesty, he may already be dead.”

She turned around to face him with a fearsome look. She wiped away her tears violently.

“Listen to me! I am your Queen! You are not to send in the first line until I say! And I will not say until I see him cross the cliffs! Is that clear?”

Her first officer, was reluctant and wanted to insist. But before he could do so…

“Your majesty!” he shouted, motioning her to look behind her towards the horizon.

“He made it! He did it! Send in the first line right away, I will meet the others on the bridge!”

“Yes, majesty!”

Her body collapsed into itself. A great relief warmed her as she saw her love approaching the gates on the north end of the castle. She rushed to the bridge to meet the others, but not before heading to the north end. She needed him to look into her eyes intensely, lovingly. She needed to touch him, feel him, and embrace him… perhaps for the last time.

Coming back to WordPress and Delicate Surrender

Man! I am struggling to come back to this place. I’m working on life right now, but I know this is part of my life and I miss it so much. As I work towards returning to more posting for fun and to improve my craft, here’s one from the vault: a poem from 2018, originally published on Fictioninmyhead.com.

Delicate Surrender

Inhaling your affection

I’ve a desire for you

A craving

Lusting after your mouth

Bathing in honey

Your body against mine

You’ve created in me…

Chaos

A delicate surrender

Dancing, enticing… rejoicing

Thoughts melting into us

Becoming larger than life

Clothed in my breath

Your bite… your kiss

A caress cloaked in fire

Skin to skin

Drip… drip… drip

Golden

Sticky

Sweet

Nourishment

Your touch

My darlin… LOVE