aging can sneak up on us, bewildering and stealthy, like a cliff in the distance we can't avoid. definitely a jab to your self esteem. it's the chapter you tinker with so you don't go gently into that good night.
She wished to be free
Of her mind & soul
She flew high
Trying to fill the hole
Lingering
On the edge
Clasping onto hope
Her doubts
A dizzying kaleidoscope
Colors muted with the mutter
Of every desiccation
Awaiting the words that lead
To soul hydration
#soulscribbles
eyes flutter and my breath hitches as my body floats above itself; lucid dreaming, and i am crawling into your bed at night for comfort, hearing your breath, touching your warm skin; this is so much more than imagined feelings.
of fingertips and topography; of love and lust and want and need; to hear the siren’s song and long to hurry blindly to the end, yet softly surf the edges as the swells are rising higher, diving ever deeper, clutching ever tighter as the storm begins.
he read between my lines and found an ancient language long ago scripted by my ancestors in our native tongue, learning to speak what only i had heard within my mind; a telepathic language of the cosmos, written upon my bones and infused with the magic of love.