words gusseted
to broad cloth
and burlap wrapped

twining round limbs
shot through holes
of meager means

woke to reality
pinched my inner thigh
where passion meets pain

did my charm besmirch
him, as eager
to understand me… as i?

come togther in the morning … (another writer’s blog)

β€” Read on utahan15.wordpress.com/2018/05/19/28114/

This blog may not be to everyone’s sensibilities. Be ware the language as he opens the curtains to forbidden lands. A whispered prayer ascends to disinfect his world with sunshine. His raw feelings bend the light, colors remain while the audience stares in amazement. Perplexed grins in both directions.

i cause to wonder who spoke the world into existence? And on what day? Had i arrived to the party too late? Missed the cake and ice cream?

As life would have it, my heart melted and there was no cleaning up the mess.

Just some words from my heart. Thanks for the follow… and happy to follow back… jπŸ’œπŸ•ŠπŸŽΆ

collision course

Oh my. I think i said too much. I can be quite careless, sparked by passion. Lit by a struck match and ignited by fuel. Kaboom! I have definitely gone off in too many directions.

Without giving away every secret attraction, i best quit while ahead of myself… wait for my senses to catch up.

No worries though. i am rolling towards a cool breeze to sit near the waves. Settle this sizzle. i need to cool off. Lava easily burns. No need to hurt myself or others.

i will find my footing and self-discipline. Discover where i want this blog to go.

What life holds in the cradle of birth waits in the depths of dark…

JπŸ’œπŸ•ŠπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆ

Going through the motions

When your heart
lacks love for today
a mere shadow, chasing the sun away
close the curtains
ban the songs
people got in your way.

I remember
a time -certainly
now, not to be high
perhaps it was last night
the outline of a face
traced in the dust, aroused.

You wait for your ship
a turn around
right about face
float until the motion -going
shifts your head.
It’s this tread you dread.

dark

dark pleases

light
understands all. Embrace
equally
dark and light

reciprocate
a bad girl
stockings ripped

her material lifted high

Fingernails -sharp
sunk pleasure, all hers.

He lay wounded
cast aside -screams
from the room above

burnt heart

and

you can blame her
like Adam blamed Eve

take a bite, she begs
as a stray dog in an alley

their breath rises
morning fog -discreet

a promise to no one
who would ever find them

rumpled hearts in satin sheets

their desire unmatched
had she known him sooner

heat, like fear

rises.

December 22, 2017

Photo modified with Pic Collage

Beware the sun setting. This encourages the claws to rise within.

Early this morning i was doing well. It is now mid-day. I feel myself sailing off into the abyss.

This abyss is not heaven. Its hell on steroids. Whether its the packing up of my beloved writing room, or the thought of getting on an airplane Sunday morning, my mind is working up into quite a frenzy.

It has been days of this craze. I am unsure where it stems from. But it has arrived. And I best chill or I will be so agitated nothing will scrape me off the walls.

January 2, 2018

I am quite fearful of sharing the dark existence but on occasion it slips and sails. I am safely back into my cocoon. Well, what was my home. This once rapturous dwelling now expects me to hurry up and wear my wings indefinitely. Be vigilant and ready for take-off. I much rather undress and retire. Lie wistfully contemplating the atmosphere. The soul immersed in each layer, teetering between and through.

So how will my blog look going into 2018. I wish i knew. I have no idea. It most likely will stay this raw, unedited mess that lacks direction. On a whim i may post my photos. Or get ambitious and finish my quilts. Or unpack my paints and create worlds unknown to most.

Or….✍🏼🧑

she never remembers

no matter -how

many times did you tell her

you love and adore

the way she loves you back?

she always tells you

her disease possesses

the curved back, spread

skies and deeper still

the open thighs. no matter,

you have lost her eyes

as she asks for the night

wrapped in television screen

of what might have been

between you.