I Can Tell

Your embrace is like the sweetest melody, enveloping me till I close my eyes.
That kiss tells me you're ready to let the outside world tend to itself for awhile.
You walk away too soon.
I want to feel your hand on my face again.
I lost myself for a moment with my lips on your wrist.
Your pulse was saying something.

I allow you to walk away from me, and before you take the second step, your hand extends behind you.
I don't make you have to say it twice.
My hand is in yours before you take the next step.

I keep my eyes on yours as you peel off your clothes. They say to keep touching you.
Tugging the shirt over your head, my fingers find their way to your spine, my lips your chest. That exhale said I'm doing just what you want me to.

Looking down at you, I love to watch the way your hands taste my thighs. The way they gulp my skin to the rhythm of the ride.
The sound emanating from your chest speak for your closed eyes and open mouth. I answer by kissing you and following your guiding hands. They say you're close.

The adjustment of silence between our bodies before you descend over me, is shattered by the way my legs wrap around your waist.
A hand between us touching both bodies as my hands glide over your head. My breath and teeth against your neck speak more words than I can gather.

Your pace stops and I open my eyes to the feeling of hands gulping my thighs, once again.
 You have something else to say, I can tell by the way your tongue moves.

Behind My Eyes

If I pulled you down
the rabbit hole
behind the smile
the pretty face
the beautiful mind

you would find a child
uncouth
loud
innocent
ignorant

I've tried to hide her for years
but she's there
waiting to be punished
for things she never did

She hides believing she's
a burden
an issue
a thing
a placeholder

But

* There are different types of words
and you use the ones that
don't include the 26 letters of the alphabet
you spit action through your words
making the one behind my eyes
reach for you

tell me what you want her to do
I'll let her take your hand
if you ask me to


(*) is a line snatched from a conversation with one of my soul family members  CeCe...Thank you!!! =*

Change

I watch the demons
so I don't have to face them

I try to ease
the reality of this life
it's instability
with soft sounds
and sweet words

But I feel the truth
I feel it deep
it scary
this feeling

this is what being born
must feel like

but I will not turn from it
this time
I will not run

Twist

Stick out your tongue
lick
I don't mean saturate it
take the tip and lean it against it
when you do
exhale
I won't be held accountable
for what comes next

press your lips against it
feel the pulsing
you did that
the sheen on your lips
let me taste it

There's a formula I need to write down
between the feel of your lips
mixed with drippings of pressed pleasure
It's a chemical that makes me
twist it
it makes me

Stick out my tongue
lick
I mean saturate it
take the tip and lean it against it
when I do
exhale
hold me accountable
for what comes next

press my lips against it
feeling the pulsing
you did that
the sheen on my lips
let me taste it

Mirrors

fun house thoughts
keep me distorted in my own eyes
other people's words
judgement of being
appearances of reality
I keep laying myself naked
to people who judge my fingerprints
as broken

these other figures
rip me at with imaginings
that what I am is not enough
for myself
let alone Life
I keep agreeing
because I think them
more trained to partner Life
when Life obligated Itself to my dance card too

labels and boxes
stickers with descriptions
of being only what they say is
I scratch at the reflections
blood streaks my face
that's when I understood

the words
the thoughts
the collections of distortions
are me screaming at myself
my attacks on others for my sins
my beliefs of who I am deep down
my resistance to the stories steaming
from the maladjusted psychopathic
collective thinking
I keep nodding
I keep agreeing

then someone came along
grabbing my hand
image just as distorted
I looked at them
seeing light encased in stories
and through their eyes I recognized
myself as one of the distortions
pretending to be the real thing

the mirrors cracked and crashed
and without border and boundary
the Light dances and sings to eternity
and merrily down the stream we go