Wish you were here

How I wish you were here.

Or I there with you.

Not this distance.

This painful punishment of purpose.

Unfair actions of the Universe

creating love at distance.

Impossible miles

increased by insurmountable odds

of our own creation.

Of my creation.

The price paid

for becoming me.

Damn this misfortune.

This condemnation.

The Divine has no right.

If love is her intention

then why the obstruction?

Seething with silent melancholy

I step to the mirror

and gaze at that man.

See beyond those feelings.

Beyond the frustrations.

Beyond the need for blame.

I am sure.

Confident.

I am loved.

I am servant to the Divine,

and have served her well,

this is not punishment.

Not misfortune.

Not condemnation.

Those are words

that describe how I feel.

They come from within.

Not from the Divine

whose only purpose is Love

and creation.

I will the miles to evaporate.

Command the distance to dissipate.

Speed the flow of time.

Increase the range of my love

to envelop even from here

my love so far away

and a life I have yet to live

knowing that we will succeed.

But still,

I wish you were here.

Within

I lay in bed and think of you

How you feel

Smell

Taste

I reach out

Draw you close

Feel your breath

Warm and sweet

The touch of your hand

An electric spark

That lights me from within

The heat of your body

The binding pulse of your heart

The fire of our souls

United

Our lips touch

Soft words are spoken

You slide your leg over mine

Press against me

In a slow grind

That leads to hard passion

The smell of us

Like opium

Fills the room

Ignites my senses

Intoxicating

Delicious

The sound of us

A song of love

The feel of us

Full

Luscious

We are One

My lips move and you sigh

I caress your breast

and feel your hand on my chest

I look at you and see me

I long to spend the day like this

Here in your embrace

Worshipping with tender touch

Spoken emotion

Complete devotion

To spend the night

In discovery

Exploring you

Penetrating deep

Peeling back

The layers of your soul

Unraveling them

To reveal your truest Self

Your Divine Spark

Then to carefully place

My own Spark

Within

What you deserve

Life has been hard on you. It has given you challenges you never expected. Pushed you to do things you never thought you would do. It has kicked you when you were down. Stomped on you. At some point it convinced you that you are unworthy. Less than perfect.

Yet here you are, embracing those imperfections. Finding strength in courage and hope. You are authentic. Unafraid to be vulnerable. Honest with others and with yourself. Compassionate. When life knocks you down you simply get back up and proclaim, “You hit like a bitch.”

You have uncaged your wild nature and embraced the divine feminine.

You are a goddess.

You deserve the worship and love of a warrior. A god.

He will support you. Go out of his way to show his appreciation and his love in every way he can. He will dance with you while doing dishes. Kiss you long and deep without reason. Ride the stupid spirit wagon with you at your kids football game just because you are on it.

He will caringly touch and lovingly kiss all those areas, physical, mental, spiritual, that are hard for you to reach or uncomfortable for you to touch alone.

When you are down he will help you up. When you are up he will raise you higher. When life hands you shit he will make fertilizer from it, plant seeds in it, wash it from you, and put you to bed with soft words and hard passion.

He will reflect those things in you that make you a goddess without fear. You will see yourself in him and you will like what you see. You can be vulnerable around him because he will never take advantage of you. Never use your vulnerability against you. Because he is also vulnerable.

He will bring out the best in you by being his best. Only his best is good enough for you.

He will encourage and help you to grow and in doing so grow with you. Not separately. Not as competition. Together. As One.

He will do these things because he wants to. Not because he needs to. Not because he feels obligated. Because he wants to. He wants to because he loves you.

You are a goddess, you deserve to be loved like one.

 

 

 

Image: “The Fountain of Love” by Jean Honor√© Fragonard, c. 1785

Satisfaction in an empty soul

Elisabetta.Renosto

Tomorrow I will be the mistake
Happy not to have been made
And it will change nothing

Is this my lot?
Is this your great plan for me?
The eternal mistake?
The passing phase?
Forgotten?
Passed over?

Regretted?

If this is who I am
Who I am meant to be
Then take from me Faith and Hope
Fill my heart with Apathy
Remove from me Desire

Or let me rejoice in Anguish
Find peace in Chaos
And satisfaction in an empty soul

You’re one of us

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Smile
Laugh
Nod in agreement
Pat on the back
Congratulations
You’ve made it
One of us
Youre in
Passed the bar
Have a drink
Or three or four
Cry into your pillow
Bills unpaid
Debt accumulation
Endless payments
On status cars
And too much house
Beat on the wall
All night fights
With spouse and children
And Self
Congratualtions
You’ve made it
Youre one of us

Belong

S.Mash

Raven born to a sparrows nest
Soulless
Craving
Motherless

An uninvited Judas guest
Pain full
Crying
Cradleless

Icy folds seek the warmth of flesh
And shelter from this dream gone wrong

More than he is
And something less
Neither damned
Nor is he blessed

He simply does not belong

He raises just one filthy fist
The other holds tight to what’s not his
And stands ready once to make his flight
Then falters

Staggers

And falls

 

Image by S. Mash