Redux
comfort
a meaningful connection
allowing breathing space
skin on skin
eyes on eyes
schmooze with me
two voices speaking a common language
warm embrace that’ll linger
long past being intertwined as one
Originally posted November 8, 2018, on I Write Her.
on overcast days
echoing my sorrow
a return to the place
where we found sanctuary
would that speaking in whispers
be heard by you, my love
in hopes of solace
that perhaps it would ease my despair
in this vast emptiness without you
for you departed much too soon
life without your presence, lonely
emptiness now my constant companion
would that you returned here
discovering the utterances of my soul
clinging to the branches
waiting to be spoken to your heart
i want to know your depths
and openly expose mine
laying bare our souls
let’s share the qualities
of our essences
allowing them to intermingle
the invitation stands
do come inside
won’t you
#Whatdoyousee
Image credit – Phmaxiestevez @ Pixabay
who are you?
who are you really?
what you show, beauty
what you feel, ugly
where do you see this going?
where do you think?
when you laugh, it’s only all the right things
when you cry, in private
why do you hurt me?
why do you always hurt me?
how you act, pretentious
how i feel, awful
I never knew
how comfortable
I could feel in my skin
until I heard you
You’re like a muse
I feel like I belong
here
in this moment
with you
your voice
your music
your knowledge
How did I get so lucky
to have stumbled upon you
to finally feel more
to be me
let’s light up
be my flame
a hot warmth
scorch me with tenderness
burn me with excitement
dance for me
with teasing licks
rage inside me
extinguish me
but
don’t ever burn out
comfort
a meaningful connection
allowing breathing space
skin on skin
eyes on eyes
schmooze with me
two voices speaking a common language
warm embrace that’ll linger
long past being intertwined as one
soothe an ache
hold my hand
watch me sleep
rub my back
make me laugh
be with me
talk to me
play with me
dry my tears
keep me warm
listen to me
don’t be arrogant
kiss my lips
really know me
get me soup
touch without expectation
ease my sorrow
hug my soul
cry with me
dance with me
please be vulnerable
make eye contact
forgive my failings
care for yourself
sex me right
cook us dinner
walk with me
don’t lie, ever
read to me
hold me close
silence my demons
reach into me
never leave me
I always believe the truth in the wrong moments.
Mentally giving credit where it isn’t due.
Pre-applauding greatness, only to have it yield mediocrity.
A momentary gain of security, a lifetime of confusion.
Hanging on by a thread.
What is intimacy but a raw exposure to another in the face of possible rejection?
It’s a courageous effort to know another’s being while exposing your own. Kind of a “show me yours, I’ll show you mine” adventure of the heart.
When there is a connection to the genuine stirred from within, there is loyalty which knows no bounds. An attachment as strong as steel.
A bond of sincerity and love with an eagerness to never break. It won’t when it’s real.
Choosing each other is feeling comfort in that heartshaped space. Loving each other is purposefully conveying only good intentions.
I wish you all intimacy in your lives.
I Write Her 