Your eyes know my soul,
They caress my words with their gaze,
They know me like no other,
And I long for your own words,
In a back and forth,
By starlight,
Our minds make love.
Tag: Poetry
New
New,
For we have been 365 days around the the sun,
New,
For we are still here bathing in a star’s warmth,
New
Go Back
Let’s go back,
Way back
To when we were first lovers,
Ease into my lips,
And find them parted for you,
Kiss them slowly as if this might be the last,
Kiss,
And kiss,
Take my breath,
And promise to never give it back,
Want more,
As I do,
And find it deep inside
Me,
Waiting
Desperately
for you.
Self Love
I feel
Sexy,
Not because you touch me,
But because my soul is on fire
With self-love,
This is my body,
And it fits me
Like a glove.
Without You Near
On this darkest night,
Without you near,
I fill up on thoughts of you,
Real and imagined,
And let your stars gaze upon my body,
As I would have you do
To Be a Mystic
A mystic
I have been told I am,
But what does that really mean?
Am I cross-legged meditating?
Or walking through the woods?
Am I receiving images, messages,
Through Divine reinterpretation?
Am I using my mind to deduct reality from what we think reality is?
Am I communing with spirit?
Questioning the limitations of a term such as “God”, against the vastness of the unknown?
Am I a skeptic, a believer, a seeker?
If this is what is meant to be a mystic
I confess,
A mystic,
I am.
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