Visitation

The voice calls to my heart
I hear her in my dreams
The dreams that for some are merely fantasy
or imagination so it seems
incredible to their ears

I do not share the secrets
she tells my listening heart
her words dripping blood and pain
I fear will tear me to jagged parts

Out of fear I closed the door
out of anger she crossed the river
I heard her and I spoke
my voice only a quiver

And then I saw her through the window
a black wet shawl wrapped over her shoulders
Her hair dripping flowing over her face
like sleek brown wet covers

Her beauty beyond any sky
any flower any mountain
the pain in her eyes too deep
my face twisted and bled
my whole self began to weep
Only a glimpse and a moment to meet

Then she fled from my sight
my vision of pain and beauty
vanished into the night

Because Sex Isn't Love

"Do you like that?"
He whispers
quiet and slow
"Yes,"
she sighs
and loses control
Their bodies gracefully arch
and twist and curve and bend
"Does that feel good?"
He says breathlessly
"Yes,"
she sighs again
They groan from deep inside
their voices not their own
Their screams echo inside their minds
then silently they moan
She tenses her thighs around him
feeling his moist soft skin
"Do you like me inside of you?"
"Oh Yes,"
her hot breath sends

his body reeling

They have shared ecstasy

"I love you,"
she whispers

as he dresses hastily

Don't Cage Me In

A listless weightless
carefree breeze
Streaming flowing
through the trees
Tickling caressing
twigs and leaves
never stopping
only slowing
to rest inside the dense green mess
discovering secrets none could guess

To drift forever is all it needs
slipping through cracks with gentle ease
(Walls and things only a tease)
Playful loving made to please

Until captured in a small glass jar
where a wild wind cannot go far
It pushes and presses and finally shatters
leaving pieces of glass like tiny daggers

A powerful gentle
tender wind
breaking open
to begin
thrusting chasing
sunlight again
never dying
only resting
to restore within the drive
gaining momentum to strive

Pain

Words cannot describe
that look you've trapped in your eyes
sorrowful tears
from your heart-blood flows
but to none it shows
Until it streams onto your face
leaving a blood-stained trace
for you to wipe and clean
and hope it went unseen