slow ride

I miss how you gave me so much love.
I miss how you gave me the feeling of Ernie & Bert.
I miss how you kept me safe and encouraged me to fall.
But baby the reason I'm missing you is because you set limits to all those things.
A bittersweet whirlwind of passion, you taught me how to be so free
Maybe that's why it hurt so bad when you pulled that rug from under me.

If it takes a hundred years
He's gonna take me there
Walls aren't so bad mister.
You shoulda told me while asking me to break them down
That I had prescient knowledge of reality.
I wanna take it slow, on my time,
It's a beautiful ride...

Options

Thanks to some early morning thought-provocation, I would like to clear up a common misconception. I'm not a person who just 'does what she wants'

I'm a person who has made the most desirable choices out of the available options. Most often what I want is not available to me.

It might behoove me to opt out in the future rather than make a choice that is merely acceptable rather than stellar. After all, I appear satisfied, but I'm just appeased at best. I'd rather not have that viewpoint cast upon me. I think this will open doors for me to actually get what I want

My lover

My lover, you left my body with a sweet kiss at my car, holding me in rapture until your fingertips press upon me like spellbound lyrics.  My hips spin rhythmically in figure eights liquid on your strong sweet thighs.  You alone electrify me.  You're needle engraves me with a signature of heat and fluid.  My lover, not my love.. You are the world to me in this moment.

Misinterpreted

I always wondered why
I could never recognize my own voice
Words escaped my lips only to be captured in a recording for all of time
I stood confused wondering what was real
Wondered which one you heard
When your words mingled with mine
I forget it all when your songs soothe me to sleep

My bumble bee ride

Today was not just another ordinary day.
A day where hours felt like moments and moments lasted a lifetime.
Today should have been a troubled day.
Instead the bumble bee took me in little bits off the stamen
Rolled and bounced me through the sky to gently offer me to a swollen pistil.

Pleasure filled senses
Replacing forced solitude.
Today could have been such a different kind of day
If I had chosen the butterfly.

unfinished

I wish I was a musician.
I've always been drawn to them. Artists of an unknown sort, yet oh-so-familiar.
I tag tracks posting moments that bleed into the veins of my soul...
A lyric, a verse, maybe just the rhythm that consumes me.
I am a painter. but. i feel deep. art is life....

Why can't I profess in poetic perfection?
Why must I express and expose without explanation?
I paint,
You see,
Interpret & explicate... you do under cover of seduction or soliloquy... but never of me.
These words ride the autobahn, strokes from my soul are only back roads.

Riddles and options.
All we are is captions
Will be will is and what is will be.
So hesitate when you lay your money down, all them agents get you to the gate just the same
So long as passion is up for loss or gain
First class won't spare you no shame

Reggae vibes

Reggae love in my head.
Sonic vibrations rhythm in my soul.
I feel the sex in the room behind me.. lovers tasting lips desires hearts bodies and souls.
It's raping me, shaking me, taking me.. I said it before.
I'm writing here and painting on walls.
While love sounds become one with dub sounds.

Hurricane

The wind is whipping past my face carrying painful lashings from strands of hair that have become weapons in this icy late Spring  storm. It's telling me I have no business being in love. No business feeling angst. No business feeling loss. No business longing. Leave. Leave little silly child. Travel on... You're hanging on too long... It's time to say goodbye. Time to hurt and be hurt. But most of all, it's time to say goodbye....

Bronx tattles

Old man Henry called out my soul tonight. He said I was searching for something. I think he's right. It's that Bronx wisdom mingling with the liquor that pumps through his veins. But he sees something nobody else does as I sit sipping a glass of wine waiting for the table to clear. It could be only he sees it because nobody else's cares. I want to tell him my heart is in pieces and I don't know why. I want to tell him asking why only makes it worse. But it's not him I want to talk to. So I tell him a lie. I tell him I'm fine.