I am yours

tres.fleurs.by.Debbie.O.Donnell

My heart
Open only to you
Full in your presence
Empty in absence
Of your embrace
Demands my souls
Complete attention
Drives my mind
My every intention
Fuels my emotions
My devotion
My passion
Quells my rage
Settles my desire
That boundless source
Of all that I am
I am grateful
Slave to your touch
Servant of your love
Witness
Of Divine manifestation
I am humbled
To the goddess
You never knew existed
Within you
If I spent my life
Falling on knees
To hardened ground
In worship
With mouth
Tongue
Finger
Sword
Soul
All yours
To command at Will

It could never be enough

I am yours

 

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Image: “Tres Fleurs” by Debbie O’Donnell

A Promised View

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She sits at the edge of the world
Unconcerned with my silent inquiry
In peaceful examen
Contemplating All
Serene in her surrender
To the known and unknown
Welcoming a future
She creates with intention
Every thought with purpose
Every movement decided
Every word chosen
Mindful and accepting
She gazes out upon her world
Created with the meaning she gives it
Surveying beyond the smoky skies
To a place where a promised view
Of the Milky Way
Conforming to her vision
Overlays the grey-blue background
With colors of her choosing
Where eagles glide
On winds that whisper the Sopurkh
While harmonizing
With the mystic forest below
Home to true magick
Where compassion is spoken
Not only when needed
Because compassion is always needed
But with consistent care and kindness
Where passion is more than a line in book
Or a poem
But resides in every touch
Every look
Every kiss
Because passion belongs everywhere
In everything
To everyone
Where Love is tangible
Something she can see
Touch
Smell
Taste
Drink
Something to be shared
.
I see her world merge with my own
It is a world
Where the promise of a view of the Milky Way
Is kept
If only in her heart
and in a picture I take of her unaware
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If you’re not familiar with the So Purkh a good explanation and recording can be found here: http://www.spiritvoyage.com/blog/index.php/so-purkh/

Home

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after a lifetime of drifting
on this empty sea
carried by winds
of misfortune
and currents
of indecision
past welcoming shores
and island oasis
where the promise of life
is witnessed
but unfulfilled
this tiny tattered raft
cursed home for far too long
tossed on waves
of my own making
that crash and pound
threatening to upset
the tenuous balance
of need and desire
once sustained
by faith in a wisdom
greater than my own
now settles to calmer seas
fanned by a wind
of Divine intervention
to keep steady course
by tenacious degrees
of hope
will
courage
and conviction
to beach upon the paradisaical coast
of an island named
Beloved
where the oceans turbulent breath
settles to an intimate whisper
of affection
the waves dance tenderly
on halcyon shores
lit by fires of passion
and the sun shimmers
on rippled depths
teaming with life
I set my foot on stable ground
the path revealed in a touch
advance to a berth
with solid foundations
of care and compassion
far inland
from the tempest of my past
I enter with calm chaos
this new home
so familiar
by the hearth
in the glow of Eros
true love stands
eyes teared
arms wide
heart open
soul ablaze
I step into her embrace
my mind is set to ease
my soul finds connection
my heart beats again
and I know
I am
at last
Home

 

Image: “Home” by Joe Maccer

 

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