~ willow ~

The summer dawn light is dappled against the sheets and across her sleeping face. Curled on her side facing him, he watches the flutter of her eyelids as she starts to rouse. Sighing she rolls onto her back…stretching one arm up…the light sheet slipping to expose the curve of her breast. Her face still turned toward him and her eyes still closed. A small smile is now playing on her lips…like she has just been told a delicious secret.
He knows this look well and is determined not to disturb ...

You smirk down at the girl,
She thinks she’s so strong,
But you know just how to crack her veneer,
Smudge glistening tears clear across her face,
The slap of your hand silences her lips.

Push and menace and hold her down,
Not til she breaks only til she’s close,
It’s sick how she accepts your hand around her throat,
You reward her with coldness at most,
But the bite of your tongue makes her smaller.


And even when ...

some days i can't find you,
and those are the days that test...torment,
the days when i lay at your feet in wait
patience, my virtue and my comfort.


some days you're all around me,
and i'm dizzy with love and light,
you humour me and enjoy me,
your pleasure is my joy.


some days you grip my heart fiercely,
and those are the days that bind me to you the closest,
when my surrender is demanded,
and you are ...

The hurt runs hot…jagged…tearing me to shreds
From the inside out
My heart swells with ugly anger
Filling my chest
Suffocating me

The tears fall scorching down my cheeks

The sobs are drowning in my throat

My hands reach out and grasp at straws…marked love, hope, devotion

A moments relief as I hold them to my chest
Curling up, soothed by their promise..

Then a memory, a word brings it crashing down ...

A beautiful poem of love, written and spoken by a gorgeously inspiring poet..


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AxQZlXFL_4&feature=related

“When we plant a rose seed in the earth, we notice it is small, but we do not criticize it as “rootless and stemless.”
‘We treat it as a seed, giving it the water and nourishment required of a seed.

“When it first shoots up out of the earth, we don’t condemn it as immature and underdeveloped, nor do we criticize the buds for not being open when they appear.
‘We stand in wonder at the process taking place, and give the plant the care it needs at each stage of its development. ...

Fuck it! The times those words have blurted from my lips…bursting from my psyche… Those times have occurred more often then I care to admit. I have existed so close to this edge for months…tense with frustrated anger one minute, only to dissolve into desperate hot tears of aching defeat. I never expected it to be easy, but I never dreamed it would be this hard.

Master is my rock. While I have bounced from one emotion to the next he’s never given up on me…on us. While he didn’t ...

I guess I should have been excited the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn’t get myself to react.

I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

​Tumultuous passion
Lustful desire
Dire craving
Slow it down
i just want to slow it down

Deep longing
Constant ache
Surrendering love
Hold me close
i just want you to hold me close

Souls entwine
Hearts collide
Kindred spirit
i am yours
i just want to be yours

Exhausted
Withdrawn
i keep trying
i lay at your feet
i live to lay at your feet

All that i am ...

~ When you can touch a wound and it doesn't hurt, then you know you have truly forgiven ~

Don Miguel Ruiz