My Secret Sanctuary

LD198 - Shiprock Rock, New Mexico, USA by Brad Mitchell Photography on Flickr.

her mind is on my mind. i see her pictured by the hills. warm smile; no ills or frill —muse— no blues, a feel-good pill. night falls, the empty crawls. out mind’s window I do stare. pitch black; no there, no here. then, moonlight fingers do appear. at love’s cup, my lips again. god knows i’ve tried to not. flesh; no robot, not so numb. eyes get drunk on beauty’s rum. live tomorrow’s yesterday. nothing more, than less to be. eat the time; story’s untold. awaiting soul to stretch; unfold. can’t stack cards fast enough. drinking oceans with a spoon. let’s play —attune— confess. hearts beaten —sync— caress. so, what would giving take? my head on a silver plate? attempt fate, set table —dine— and, pour souls like the finest wine. —me

“our lips finally touch; my hope  suddenly sings. if this moment were a butterfly, I’d tear off its wings.

nailed by fate’s magical stings, heart squeezes, thumps and pounds away, like hot maniacal things.”

-me ॐ

my thoughts reach with the waves, desperate to beach the extra weight of wants still tangled in her nets; nets full of watered down, rusted fate.

through the echoes, my siren calls out from extinguished sunsets, amplifying each memory the dawns have wrung, drowning me in ‘what ifs’ and ‘what nows’ as i sink in lyrics never to be sung.

so, here beneath the underneath i run away with dark clouds for eyes; blocking the electric, flickering rays of an artificial sun.

i belong to somewhere called nowhere, as the emotions pulse through pinched veins; her superficial heart to bear.

–me ॐ

Apart from touching you There is no other desire left.

What an arousal, what an ecstasy As my fingers roll through your skin

Exploring your body My only pre-occupation day & night

Like a trekker, I pass through your mountains and valleys.

Like a thirsty one, I stop by your flowing rivers

Drinking to my heart’s fill And making myself more thirsty for that sweet intoxication.

Your body has now become The shrine that I visit morning & eve.

Now what heavens do I seek in the distance When I have you here, right next to me.

~~Random Xpressions~~

Wildflowers and the gardener’s hands. -s.p. (via mystrangesilhouettes)

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