Simultaneous Storms

Walls of white wet canvas
Violent serenade of rain surrounds us

Blackness all that eyes do see 
Two silhouettes moving to nature’s music, free

Arms encase me, following your command
From your lips unto my hands

Violet vibration hums inside
Outside Magenta buzzes and glides

Storm clouds brew within us too 
Need rumbling through to every curve and thew

Agonizingly teasing, fast-fast-slow
Over and over your answer is, “No”

Eager leg lifted, up and over yours
Talented fingers have me begging for more

“That’s my girl,” as viscous need builds
Storms eye focused, bodies thrilled

Face to face, our silhouettes lay 
Flashes of lightening strobe and play

Illuminating your powerful, hungry eyese 
Every ounce of me complies

“Please, Sir,” I plead, again and again 
“Yes,” you reply amidst thunderous din

Crashing waves of passionate release
Quiet and still, on the outside, I please

“Good girl,” whispered in my ear 
Encapsulating arms pulling me nearer

In the pitter patter of drops and strumming breeze 
Kneeling, I honor upon my knees

To outer storm’s symphony we close our eyese 
Storm inside quieted, our lullaby

~It’s raining here, and I was reminded of this evening, when M and I enjoyed the storm. (REPOST)

The Gap

Here are my entries for Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 19 – Gap.

 
The gap in a root found on a hike at a local park.

  
The gap in rock formations at the Cantwell Cliffs. 

 
The gap on peeling park on a local tree.

   
The gap in timbers on an old horse barn in Southern Ohio.

  The gap in two rock formations made into a stairway.

Broken

  

~photo found via Google, photonesta.com

If you are broken,
I feel I must always be strong
Even when I’m brittle
Cracks splintering so long

If you’re so broken,
Oh, God, what if I break, too?
Who then will carry us?
Who will see us through?

If you are broken,
And I’m broken too,
Maybe you can pick up the pieces
And I can be the glue?

Stay

  
~photo found via Google, weaveseattle.com

yes, I can hear you
but I can’t let you in
I’ve gotten so lost
in these webs that I spin

I open my mouth
but no sound comes out
I can’t find my voice
my throat is all drought

my heart is quite the opposite
it’s always pumping too much
overflowing and clouding
everthing that I touch

emotions so large
they threaten to break me
I want and I need
but I fear you will flee

so, don’t some too close
or you’ll get stuck in here, too
I’ll pull and then push
until you’re black and you’re blue

unless, by some chance
you really wish to stay
this key will unlock me
grab it, I have so much to say

Created in response to the Daily Post, Voice

Come Away With Me

  
Photo chosen was inspired by the lyrics from “Come Away With Me” by Nora Jones. It was taken in the Alleghany Mountains, on a beautiful lake in Pennsylvania. We’d just come off the water in our kayaks, M and I. I often daydream about sneaking away to that spot, kayaks and a tent, just the two of us.

Lyrics:

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can’t tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you 
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won’t you try to come

Come away with me and we’ll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I’ll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I’m safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you

To come away with me in the night
Come away with me

Post inspired by The Daily Post Photo Challenge, Half-Light

But a Dream

Warming my toes, my dear friend Oscar snores, a beagle blanket for my feet as I write.

Wistfully, he huffs and whines, his movements twitchy as he chases after something he can only see in his dreams.

I dare not wake him; I know exactly how he feels.

Help Me

Standing at the kitchen counter, she stared at the bag of Doritos. She’d promised herself she’d treat herself well, energizing her body with fuel that truly made her feel good, inside and out. She knew how, she’d done it before; she’d lost 80 pounds naturally, with sweat and tears and finding what worked for her, over and again, through every misstep and plateau.

Yet, here she was, staring at the open bag of Doritos, sliding in her hand, promising herself she’d eat just a few.

Oh, wow. I forgot how good these are. 

A few more won’t hurt. 

That few, allowed a few more, and a few more, until the rest of the bag was gone.

It was so easy, even now after all that hard work, for her to squash that reasonable voice which begged her to stop, that reminded her how awful she’d feel after. And she knew that awful feeling! She’d stared at the bottom of dozens of Dorito bags in the time before. She’d rationalized that voice away hundreds and thousands of times, allowing fear and stress to twist her thoughts ass backward and tell her she deserved to eat yummy things, to be rewarded for her hard work and effort, and not feel deprived. She’d felt that all too brief euphoria after the indulgences, stuffing that rational voice to the pit of her gut under all that junk. She’d stuffed it away until the scale read 260.

It had been been an endless cycle of stuffing feelings, feeding them with food, and feeling guilt and shame. It would be now, too, if she let it.

Staring now at this empty bag, she was sure her shame would more than fill it. It grew and grew, until it took up all the space in the room, permeating her pores, infiltrating her gut to a wretching level. Tears dripped down her cheeks and onto the bag….crack, crack, crack.

Wiping away the tears, she walked the six steps to the bathroom. She glared at herself in the mirror. For a moment, she contemplated sticking her fingers down her throat, purging and purging until all that molten shame was out, flushable.

That’s too easy.

I have to live with the consequences, that’s what I deserve. 

Again, tears came, trickling down her cheeks, dripping from her jawline into the sink, although she paid them no attention.

Oh, God. How did I get here again?

“Help me,” she whispered, to no one, the no one looking back at her.

Created in response to: Help, Daily Prompt. While I’m at a much better place now, this is a part of my story. It was an all too familiar place for me. I see glimpses on occasion if I let myself; the struggle continues.

Emergence 

  
~photo courtesy of Rafael Minkkinen

Rising from voluminous depths
Words pass through to fingertips

Momentarily, they beg to stay
For when they flow, they bend and fray

Threatening to splinter my fragile heart
To claw and shred, tearing me apart

Sharp edges reflecting back at me
On virtual paper for the world to see

Purged, leaving room for more and more
An endless flow, a melodious roar

Yet, instead of wreckage left behind
The words untangle busy mind

Guttural cries no longer submerged
Inch by inch, I emerge

~created in response to Mindlovemisery’s menagerie and photo challenge #105

Hello, Dear Friend

  
~photo courtesy of listcrux.com
 
there are these deep set, vivid green eyes staring at me, transparent, yet saturated with the depth of long roads traveled, courses diligently charted, wars fought and won, some lost, but either way, she never gave up  

their warmth tells tales of love, the kind which permeates her soul and never dies, the kind that grows and evolves, seeds selflessly sown and soil organically enriched with her bare hands 

their penetrating regard alludes to a life with sharp edges, eroded over time by life’s river whose water was made less murky as she filtered out the shoulda, coulda, woulda’s to see deeper, to finally see clearly her own reflection 

there’s something in her eyes that nothing earthly could ever extinguish; I have no doubt her eyes possess a radiance, even amidst life’s darkness 

looking in the mirror, I see my oldest and dearest friend 

hello, hope, I’ve missed you 

*written in response to the Daily Prompt, friend.