A Love Yet to Be Known

Where are you tonight?
Looking up at the stars from underneath
the great black sea of sky,
I imagine you up on a hill behind me.
Looking down on me.
Your spirit playfully flies on the wind,
ruffling my hair with your breath,
wrapping me in your warmth.
Though I cannot see you,
I spread my arms to embrace you.
I close my eyes and smile,
feeling you near me always.
My familiar stranger, twin of my soul.
Watching over me from afar,
feeling you ever near, but never near.

On Writing

S0metimes my words fly away from me, unheeded, unshepherded, completely free and unknown. My pen merely moving across the page, or fingers flying across the keyboard, unconscious of the next letter until it is formed. It is at these times that I feel a woman possessed. It is at these times that I feel most free.

Mine

Bent my heart around someone else,
bent my mind around your ideals,
bent my life around what you wanted,
and now I've broken free.
My life is now my own,
my heart is for whomever I wish.
No longer is it your business
what or who I chose to do...

Awakening

Wind rushing past her ears,
she falls towards the earth,
arms spread wide,
eyes closed against the dizzying height.
Her heart and mind are open,
poised, ready.

The weary traveller, finally,
opens her eyes,
blinking in the harsh light,
squinting, eyes watering.
She stretches her limbs,
shakes her head.
Realizes that the wind cushions her fall.
As she hurtles earthward,
her eyes focus.

And after a seemingly eternal
fear-imposed slumber,
she AWAKENS!

She has long been avoiding this free-fall,
for she knows the way will not be easy.
Courage, perseverance,
conviction, strength unwavering
are her weapons.

She is up for the challenge.

The Story of Submission

I will submit to you,
sweetly, sexually, sensually,
with abandon,
with joy even.
But never will you be
master of my life.

Raven

The darkness that resides within my soul
beats glorious dark wings of heavenly madness.
The oblivion I seek resides within my mind
where the darkness and madness exist in abundance
and where lust, love, and joy merge into one whole.
Revelry and abandon.

Numb

Everything is so simple in the dark,
when I'm banging my head rhythmically
against a cold concrete wall,
and it doesn't even hurt anymore
that you abandoned me and are gone.
And I'm numb to all feeling
and can't feel the pain
of a love that was there, embraced
yet I pushed it away;
of a love that wasn't, won't be
yet haunts me still anyway;
of a love that I asked for, wished for
yet in the light it went away.
And in the darkness I sit here alone
bruises all over a body battered and worn,
invisible to the eye, yet they exist.
And still here I sit, rocking and cold,
skull a battering ram against unyielding stone.