Man! Time is holding me prisoner. Have entered the twilight zone of my existence and I can’t hold myself back.
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
©2018 & 2025 Mel Gutiér
Only in my dreams
I see you in my thoughts
Like a movie under moonlight
Wide-eyed joy and melancholy
Open wide my soul
In my lonely longing
I spread my lungs in breath
You’re hiding on my lips
Sweet surrender of a kiss
In the dreams I dream
Your mouth on my body
Leaving bookmarks on my skin
Picking up where we left off
The soothe of kindred words
I see you in my thoughts
I see you in my dreams
I feel you on my skin
But only in my dreams
© 2024 – Mel Gutiér
Sunday, 10/27/2024
I voted today—early voting. I also tried making a handwritten entry into something called The Happiness Journal. It annoyed me, so I slammed it back on the desk. I could not and will not follow directions about my feelings and how they made me feel. Blah, blah, blah. I have a mind of my own. It will remain a void on the bookshelf as it has been since the day I bought a year ago. Did I mention that I voted? I did and it wasn’t anything special. I thought I would feel more… feel a sense of relief. I didn’t. It was an empty feeling. Perhaps it’s the same with that happiness journal. We’ll see what happens. That’s my go-to answer to myself. “We’ll see what happens.”
The truth is we need something to happen. I won’t speak for you. I, Mel Gutiér, need something to happen. Something drastic and miraculous. The Avengers. Yeah… the Avengers need to come in and rescue us from the hell we’ve created. We are stuck in a monotony of chaos, an uneasiness of being. It’s an awkward autophagy of the spirit. I wish so much the world were different right now. And what of my world? I wish that my world was different as well. I walk on a road full of thorns with scars driven in deeper as I move forward. I guess it is what it is. I move forward.
Yeah…
Oh my. Is this my first post coming back to this blog thing?
I saw so many people at the grocery store today that they became blurry while I navigated the aisles. Blobs walking about their mundane life’s traffic jam. The dull existence of routine rush. At one point I forgot what I was supposed to be doing. My mind left my reality, and I couldn’t come back. I left my world as I’ve done so many times. It took me a few minutes to reset and grab the packing tape I had come to that aisle for. I had to shake my head to wake myself up. I walked out into more chaos and to an ungodly hot autumn day. I wished so much for my mind to leave me again. To go somewhere else. But… I had to drive back home and tape up a box to drive back out to drop that box at the FedEx store because it was unwanted.
Unwanted. I voted today and it made me feel empty. I thought it would feel different. It did not. I dropped off that box. I took care of others’ needs before mine while on that adventure. I waded into the shallow end of my thoughts. I don’t know what I was hoping to gain from that. It’s always better when I’m drowning, suffocating in the made-up dreams in my head. The deep flutter of fiction and escape, a butterfly swimming in dreams.
We’ll see what happens.
Hi, lovelies!