come to me envelope me in your energy be on me, in me, above me, under me tempt, taunt and haunt me cover me with your kisses wash me with your tongue seal me in your scent drive me over the edge then reel me back in. lather, rinse, repeat again.
that feeling when the impossible seems probable. but you're looking for answers no one can give. like do I go right or turn left? can you spoil me on what lies ahead? will this next step be one I might regret? all these questions met with a sea of silence. a sea of silence that leaves you drowning in doubt. wondering "omigah! should I have asked that outloud?" but it doesn't matter. you've left yourself with no choice now close your eyes, breathe deep, and leap...
...keep me from forcing a definition upon this current interaction let me relax & accept this for what it is a pleasurable pairing of parts in a blissful union that stills my beating heart...
time. time. I need more time and I want it to stand still. I'm drowning in the to-do's, marking moments with must-get-done's, when all I need is to figure out my future and follow the dreams I left behind in the used-to-be's.
obliviously optimistic
That January haze of those postpartum holiday daze seems to have lifted, dissipated, It is then that I realize I am still here all is well and a little more clear. I was lost, distracted not proud of how I acted, like a childish imp, a pompous tool an ungrateful daughter, the silly fool. Will simple sorry's be enough to regain lost trust? My tarnished self is still in need of polish creative momentum, grant me some solace. There is still so much to learn and respect to be re-earned. A whole wide world to explore, I'm still curious enough to open closed doors, even if it's a big mistake. For a life not lived is a life I cannot take. So bring it, in all your glory Let me participate in my story and focus on the wonder and the beauty yet to be discovered.
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I woke up this morning. there was something in the air; it smelled like hope. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of coffee beans roasting down the street. above the observatory a random cloud spiraled up like one of those ribbons of steam one sees when you tilt the kettle to fill your cup.
Now can I turn this distracted mind around. Will it let me dream and rediscover and recover my energy, my creativity, all the things that made me happy.
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