Content

There's no way to describe it
he sees me every day
and still looks at me as if 
he is compelled to touch me *

Each morning 
I turn to him
to find him smiling
He looks at me as if I'm made of
the ethereal darkness before sunrise
and rain

When he lays me down
I forget he's touched me before
he stares into my eyes when he enters me
I close my eyes in order to breathe
when I open them 
he's still watching

I ask him if he's bored
with me
with us
with the monotone days 
of consistent menial tasks
and conversations which bear the weight of responsibility

I ask him
if from the consistent sameness my body feels old in his hands
he says 
the fact he gets it often
doesn't change the beauty of it ~

Here I thought 
I was calling contempt in the familiar

It seems I can rest well knowing
the sloughing off of my old self
the gradual change of my body
the shavings of my mind 
are enough to keep him content

If only he knew
how he feeds the fountain of my soul



Thank You, Nana (*) and Andre (~) for your contributions to this creation =)

Taming the Light

Blackness
Darkness
Lightless

Even before the first star was born
I stood as a signet
to the first thought
the first word

In my birth
he was inside me
growing with me
until he expelled himself

nursed in the fullness of my deep
he became full and fat
fed from my mind
he became long and lean
and in the fullness of time
he became

Effulgent
Luminous
Radiant
Brillant
He became my equal

My power aroused him
he sought to claim me
he held me by my throat
pinned against eternity

I growled
and time began
We rolled over the darkness
until all things were created
Light inside the darkness
as one

Danger

Be careful

I'm dangerous

I am the reflection of 

the darkness in the shadows

I rip off masks and

tear up secrets 

with a smile

Can you bear the power 

of my presence 

and still speak the truth

In spite of my wanting to bring you

gardens of succulent loving 

By my nature

I wrest dead memories from your heart

I pull them up through your throat
letting them burn up in my passion

I dissolve the fraudulent in you

with a flick of my wrist

and yank at your being

to test the soundness of your ethereal body

When I reach for you 

there's fire in my grasp

I am only tamed by one

who can absorb my force 

expand 

then create himself anew 

from the elements left over