A gaze, beyond magnetic. I thought I couldn’t be seen. Not one captured in this lifetime,but from one long since past A story of two; paths so dark, convergent and yet parallel amidst the desert Lost and thrown away, as if by design Our oasis presented,the King and Queen of sands.
She’s seldom welcomed, but she owns the room. The purpose, hers. Years of running into a wall, when it’s the only way out. Legs firm – her ground secure. Heart centered – purpose claimed. Mind forward – fate designed. Spirit driven; she leaps into her own divinity.
The net was cast, by our own doing. For someone who has yearned to be heard, seen and known. You and I. You captured me – when I thought I was the seeker. Dropped by green eyes; succumbed to my knees upon our first acquaintance. You offered me your words in tenor. Speechless and breathless.
I love sensuality. And the endless power behind it. The knowing, calm and focus.Sleepy eyes that know their privilege, purpose and target. I love my body – regardless of state,how it tests my mind and heart. All for me. And that’s exactly why I scare the shit out of most men (and women) As I
I don’t need him. But in his world, mine. His voice and presence would be well appreciated. I’m not frail. I’m fierce. But near death. I’m female. Safety will never be mine. I have heart. Wisdom. Courage beyond logic. That is in fact my fragility. No doubt. I have privilege; and I stand watch.
I’m not normal. I’m exceptional. Not in the ways most are measured, by themselves or others. I’m exceptional in how I measure myself. I fail where others see success.I succeed where others see failure. But most of all I’m exceptional in my desire to uncoverand honor me.
I can’t believe I never knew you. I barely saw you. Always there, my special someone. Layers upon layers, hidden in the dark. Folds and colors when seen in the light. Pleasure. Purpose. Power and fate. Forever to be shared and explored. My birthright.
Here’s what haunts me …Numbness. I get it. It feels,Safe. At the moment, Grey.I await the smoldering coal request. Reveal, I sound,My morning light.
A sailor and vessel these, reality and will Carried by the waters of truth and circumstance, forces untamed Half chance, shell in the surf Half masterpiece, whale in migration I sail
Respect of the feminine as a celebrated soul mate of the masculine. Capacity and courage to love and connect deeply. Freedom to think, learn and lead; together. Protection without having to ask. Friend, lover, teacher and humorist. You cherish me, and I you.
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