Sparking

 

 

Born in the beautiful burn

The flames of freedom

Leaping

Flicking fire feeding

our deepest desire

Burned away, the past, the pain

Rising of the ashes

Us....in love.....forged in the fire

of our freedom

Fueled by the touch of you

Fingers like flames sparking my flesh

aware, alive, awake

Southern Comfort

Southern sultry comfort
The blue of the summer sky
Breezes heavy and humid
Enveloping us, enchanting us

The spark of our eye's kindling
Caught us unaware
The flame burst wide and deep
Penetrating the heavy night already steamy
In a flash we were lost inside the lust of love
And freely found in our union

Did you say you love me?
I thought I heard it
Perhaps I dreamed it
But I felt it
I saw it in your gazes
I knew it in the taste of us blended
I sang it in my mind in the breaking morn
before you stirred
awake
beside me

Lost and found
Me and you
Us
Southern Comfort

Soul Pond

Warmed by the fire
heated to the bone by a glance
thrown across a room
Causal perhaps
yet
Intense in the instant, brilliant
A spark bursts to flame...
in an instant

A touch and a taste
of lips
Burning away the past
in another sacred instant
gifted brilliantly
Invisible to all, but you
who saw deep and clear
into the perfectly still pond
of my soul
The ripples reflected in the blue
of my eyes
where you tossed your pebble
Cascading out
in an instant,  Thousands of circles
connecting
Vibrations converging...
in an instant

A fire burns, a fruit ripens
A bird finds a new nest, and
stays
for a while
Lifetimes lived in instances
brilliant

A spark set free a fire
one we needed to be near
As we warmed our selves...our
souls
Our fears illuminated
surfacing to be saved
and sent on for healing
Some transformed in the leaping of the
flames
burned forever away
Those that remain....... our nemesis
stealing the oxygen from the flames
once dancing.....jumping
burning

and.....
the fire died

And the bird flew away
to fashion a nest
New and unencumbered
hers alone
Out on our own
warming our selves...our souls
in the memories
now and again......

When I fly to you again
as we are gifted an instant...
brilliant
Perhaps you'll recognize a reflection
of your ripples
once living in the blue
of my eyes

May you be warmed by them
to the bone
in that instant
Brilliant!

My Malady

Left with a blank page

as he stands upon the empty stage

In the beaming spotlight blaring

I stare at him, my soul is tearing

apart

Waiting still, but no words does he impart

Forgot his lines, the actor on the stage

I am left with my steeping rage

that has reduced to anger, then deep sadness

Then twisted hope as I wrangle with the madness

that has become my malady

Now it's deeper in the daily place with my soul mentor

In the relationship I was only a renter

of the space he gave so reluctantly

The songs that were ours are now painful memories

of what may never be.... the bitter truth of my malady

The show must go on...."hey, buddy, break a leg"

We must not curse the production while we are in the dregs

As the climactic scene draws near,
the audience hushes

All I can hear
is my heartbeat in my ears as it vibrates and rushes

His grand moment has come....the words must be said

Alas, nothing flows from his mouth, his lines are dead

The dead words live within me.... my malady

Ah, as it goes, the show got dropped and so did I

I can't forgive him and get clear if I don't know why

he chose to flee the role as leading man...perhaps he got bored

When they hand out the statues, he will receive no award

and I will be left with unspoken lines in the from of a ticket stub

the paper trail of my malady

The Spark Is Thrown

That SPARK! The moment you know, he feels it too...the moment you awake to
 the fire inside
 that you thought had all but died

The FEAR, that becomes anticipation, quickened pulse further sparking
desires hidden deep
that you thought were lost in lamented sleep

You AWAKE to the day, forward looking,.....wanting just to touch her
wide smile on face
awaiting the long sought freedom housed there in her embrace

You ALLOW the feelings to be rekindled, teaching you about yourself
reconnecting you
sweetly sharing your true colors as they meld with his.. creating harmonic hues

Yes, the SPARK.. it sets creation into motion, and as the lover's wheel
begins to turn again
Wiser are you, this time...... discovering true balance in the synergized spin