Make love to me
naughty
ever changing spicy love
Eat with me and of me
swallow my soul at every turn
sweep me away in beautiful deep pools
called your eyes
hands the shape and size that fit me
relax me into a blue corduory pocket of love
I sleep peacefully your hands
fitting my thighs perfectly
tears are now in my eyes
ever the questions of my truth
integrity and direction
separate my withered impaired past
questions answered to many times to count
manipulative spirits always crushing creations
you were different
understanding the depth of a free simple spirit
needing only sun and air to grow
gving me the sky to wear and hope for more
gifts given to you to use only for me
you leave silently on my doorstep
pain of your love and love of your pain
inextricably woven together
Greta Chapin-McGill
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I don't know if I regret or celebrate (there's some contradiction) that I haven't felt this for anyone in good long while.
ReplyDeleteLove the "blue corduory pocket of love" metaphor = )
ever changing spicy love... my dream of dreams.
ReplyDeleteever the questions of my truth . . . Powerful.
ReplyDeleteever the questions of my truth . . . Powerful!
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