I woke up with the sun
Only to find no beauty in it's rising.
Instead I feel its fire
Burning in my chest
Reminding me
There is no beauty
Greater than the rise and fall of your chest beside me
Rhythmically meditative
Calming a beast caged inside my heart
I put pen to paper
Only to find no words in the writing
Instead I speak the words
Letting them pass through me
Reminding me
There is no declaration
Greater than the act of touching your lips with mine
Passionately conjoining
Filling a hole inside me that I never knew existed
I swallowed a pill
Only to find no healing in its medicine
Instead I feel its robbery
Twisting and changing my very essence
Reminding me
There is no healing
Greater than your embrace
Lovingly protecting
Saving me from the demons of my own soul
I built a house
Only to find no shelter under its roof
Instead I feel caged in its walls
Leaving nothing but captivity in perpetuity
Reminding me
There is no home
Greater than the place in your heart where I live
Pleasantly enclosing
Reminding me I am never alone
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Showing posts with label devotion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label devotion. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Offering
I've come here to sing your praises
To lay prostrate at your feet
The newest disciple of a dogma
Long since turned to dust.
I've come here to offer myself
Once again on the blank page
Piously offering words and verse
Ignoble is my reverence.
The words are all I have.
The words are all I am.
And I offer them to you.
I've come here basking in your beauty
To offer faith in perpetuity
Professing a love I've not felt
For what love can a mortal offer a God?
I've come here to feel again,
The sanctuary of your embrace
The solace offered by your smile
The pleasure of your penetration
The words are all I have.
The words are all I am.
And I offer them to you.
Awakened from your love
Forever changed by your touch
Cast down from Olympus
With a piece of heaven to share
Alive in your shadow
Fertility as divine copulation
Born of an ancient one's seed
What have I to give in return?
The words are all I have.
The words are all I am.
And I offer them to you.
To lay prostrate at your feet
The newest disciple of a dogma
Long since turned to dust.
I've come here to offer myself
Once again on the blank page
Piously offering words and verse
Ignoble is my reverence.
The words are all I have.
The words are all I am.
And I offer them to you.
I've come here basking in your beauty
To offer faith in perpetuity
Professing a love I've not felt
For what love can a mortal offer a God?
I've come here to feel again,
The sanctuary of your embrace
The solace offered by your smile
The pleasure of your penetration
The words are all I have.
The words are all I am.
And I offer them to you.
Awakened from your love
Forever changed by your touch
Cast down from Olympus
With a piece of heaven to share
Alive in your shadow
Fertility as divine copulation
Born of an ancient one's seed
What have I to give in return?
The words are all I have.
The words are all I am.
And I offer them to you.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Blue
She speaks to me softly
The stuff of dreams
Wrapped around me
Squeezing me tightly
She tells me she'll never leave me
She tells me she loves me
She tells me I can be free . . .
As long as I'm with her
She crawls inside my veins
And she pumps her love through me
Until I bleed her out
Creating verses of devotion
And paintings of her beauty
Until I'm an exhausted and beaten shell
She takes me in her arms
"When will I be okay?" I ask her
She answers with her body
Pushing me down
She climbs on top of me
"You'll be okay inside me" she whispers
Taking me again and again
Until I have nothing left to give
She humbly asks for more of my love
Offering butterfly kisses
and Promises of forever
She'll never leave me
As long as I give her everything
When will I be okay?
When? Will I be okay?
I'll be okay if I live for her
I'll be okay if I bleed for her
I'll be okay if I sing to her
I'll be okay if I believe in her
Never that I'll be okay
Never that I'm enough
Never that I'm okay on my own
Miss Blue
The stuff of nightmares
Taking never giving
But I have found my voice
And when I leave, For what will be the last time
She asks
Could you stay . . .
Long enough for me to say goodbye
She speaks to me softly
The stuff of dreams
Wrapped around me
Squeezing tightly
The stuff of dreams
Wrapped around me
Squeezing me tightly
She tells me she'll never leave me
She tells me she loves me
She tells me I can be free . . .
As long as I'm with her
She crawls inside my veins
And she pumps her love through me
Until I bleed her out
Creating verses of devotion
And paintings of her beauty
Until I'm an exhausted and beaten shell
She takes me in her arms
"When will I be okay?" I ask her
She answers with her body
Pushing me down
She climbs on top of me
"You'll be okay inside me" she whispers
Taking me again and again
Until I have nothing left to give
She humbly asks for more of my love
Offering butterfly kisses
and Promises of forever
She'll never leave me
As long as I give her everything
When will I be okay?
When? Will I be okay?
I'll be okay if I live for her
I'll be okay if I bleed for her
I'll be okay if I sing to her
I'll be okay if I believe in her
Never that I'll be okay
Never that I'm enough
Never that I'm okay on my own
Miss Blue
The stuff of nightmares
Taking never giving
But I have found my voice
And when I leave, For what will be the last time
She asks
Could you stay . . .
Long enough for me to say goodbye
She speaks to me softly
The stuff of dreams
Wrapped around me
Squeezing tightly
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