These things I shouldn’t say – Love between the lines

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I’m fucking drained
and going to bed…


 

…but before I go
I wanted to say
I really do wish you were here.

I long for your touch,
not anyone else’s.
Your affection.
Your love.
Your attentions.

I ache to feel you next to me,
to taste you on my lips
and my tongue,
to feel the warmth of your whisper
on my neck,
in my ear.

I wish to count
the beats of your heart
and the rise
and fall
of your perfect breasts
with each sweet breath.

I dream of losing myself
in your eyes,
those gateways
to your blazing soul
that shines brighter
than any
I’ve ever encountered.

I suffer with a hunger to enter you
slowly
intentionally
and feel our souls join
and merge
as One.

Then
breath by breath,
and beat by beat
of your beautiful heart,
which keeps our rhythm,
to witness you lose yourself
to the ecstasy
of our perfect union.

I desire so much
so much better
so much better for you
than I am.

I want you to receive
all those things;
the passion
and fire
and intensity
and experience
and depth of heart
and soul
and all the delights
of physical love
from someone
who truly
deserves you.

I am not that man.

So I’m glad that you’re not here
(though “glad” is not the right word
to describe how I feel)
because I don’t ever
want you to settle.

Not even for me.

 

So instead I say nothing
except “sweet dreams”
and leave the words here
as a prayer
and a promise
of unconditional love
and hope
that if you should read them
you at once know the reason
for these things I shouldn’t say
is love.


 

Sweet dreams.


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Image: “You can do it” by Robert Cornelius

Will you

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If I cry
Will you look away
Will my tears
Make you want to run away
Or will you
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Tell me everything’s
Going to be alright
Take me by the hand
And lead me back into the light
Will you make love with me
All through the night

 

From an unfinished song I started many years ago for a lover that didn’t make it past the fourth line 🙂

Wings

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Those invisible things
on your back are wings.
You were born with them.
They are not there
for decoration.
They are not
an “inconvenience”
or a “burden”
or some test
of your humanity.

They are your path
through subconscious reality
to the deepest recesses
of sublime infinity.
They are a gift
from the Divine.
A gift.

They are fed by your soul.
They grow from your heart.
They are empowered
or disempowered
by your mind,
your thought,
your will.

Open your mind.
See them.
Open your heart.
Feel them.
Open your soul.
Feed them.
Open your wings
Look to the sky
And fly.

Image: “in search of life Divine – Shiva and Shakti – divine love” by Pooja Bhapkar

 

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

Night after night

Nicholas.Obery

The same dream awaits me
When I close my eyes
And struggle with sleep
Its seems a losing battle
Between my eye
And my mind
A world torn by love
Of self
Not of others
Fought with genes and smoke
Lost in a second
Or won
My life changes sides
Once a warrior
Then a child
Or a woman in rage
But always an old man
Clinging to hope
Where none can exist
And leading the strays
Only sometimes away

Only some times

I awake to a song
I never remember
Though its melody haunts
My every move

 

Image by Nicholas Obery