Beckoning ocean
Abuts cold air awakens
Body and body
Vast ocean sight line
Attained on two sturdy legs
More than expected
School-work anxiety
Packed and carried on vessel
Morsels to the sea
Time with family
Little time for family
Of which I wrestle
Island sister peace
Mother nature majestic
Ocracoke magic
Sunday morning at Shermans. Sunny. Wanting to be out dancing in the sun, holding my lover’s hands. Romping. It is okay in here. Sipping my coffee before facing my research proposal. The coffee is good.
restless night thinking about Him and how his helpful earnestness, flirtatious efforts, and sweet attentions are fading. i am the one waiting. he wants me to be patient and open, strong and secure, confident. i want to be patient and open, strong and secure, confident. but a tension exists between openness and patience- when i express my concerns or desires, i am perceived as not being patient. he wants to drive this relationship. the feminist side of me thinks this is ridiculous- i would tell my girlfriend to drop this MF yesterday because the relationship should be owned and fostered equally. there are, however, ego-driven and sexual elements that this sweet-submissive, confident-but-wanting, Self likes about the notion of Him leading. i would love for this man to let me know with all of his Everything that he wants Me. he has expressed his desire for this to be so- for me to not push, or drive so that i can know the truth. and i believe this statement to be true (in order for me to know Truth). this waiting, however, does not feel empowering. but for now, i will wait, yearn, and wonder.
about to get horizontal, belly pregnant with
ben & jerry
my back is aching from the moon cycle’s uterian shed
emotions are heighter. offenses are brighter
my heart is searching, my mind is wanting, my
love juices flow
and flow
and flow
good morning you say
i want to give you good morns
galore forever
mom and dad are here. dad asleep in my bed, mom in the living/dining room reading. zoe is on my lap. the little kitty really stinks. i am supposedly studying but instead playing with tumblr, which mi amiga Alison says is a sure way to meet intriguing souls. feeling a bit visually/artistically inadequate for the folks on tumblr. i like poking around.
wish you could have been there
driving west on 90
time danced slowly in technicolor hues
pinks, blues, and orange splashed across the big sky
he and I were worlds away from concrete and garbage musk
black shadows held ballast against the backlit aqua sky
it was a dream space, an ethereal day into nightscape
accompanied by Debussy
we sojourned further west
still catching the sun for that almost endless dive
it was an epic sigh
that made me shout! inside for my childhood of yesterday
sinking into lush green grass at summer dusk,
looking upward to the future
and playing with my brothers and the Hicks kids and
laughing-gasping-laughing a lot
driving west we almost tripped the light fantastic
into that cinematic sunset that day-into-night-trip-fantastic
of days that seemed to stretch for almost ever
your kiss was pink blush sweet
i departed in a daze, intent to not look back
how would my state be if your kiss were red?
surely i would tremble and ache wet between my thighs
i would still stride away and not look back
i would would i
your mind is a delicious mind
i feel i just touched its surface
if i could go deeper inside your intricate mind
surely i would delight and faint divine
but i would still stand up and walk away
i would would i
your vessel is mighty fine
i gazed admiringly at it
if i could caress your smooth skin and breathe your scent
surely i would reach a natural high
but i would still shake your hand and release
i would would i
your being is awakening and alive
i departed spirited in that knowing
i wondered why we met
surely you touched my soul, even so
i could walk away as friends
i could could i
your kiss was pink blush sweet
