raw knees
trace circles in the dust
whispered need
pulls at every thread
blue waters
surge quiet shores with dreams
reckless toe
drowns in sandy ebbs of thirst
shadow plays
kindled by wild acoustics on stony chapel walls
moat’s art
gorges on crumbs left from yesterday’s notes
tamed urges
tremble beneath the skirt of faithfulness
soaked tissue
drifts aimlessly upon waves of tears
window’s light
peers into my soul for secret treasures
carbon’s copy
dances in the moonlit glow again
I ask.
and then I wait for it
lie.
on a silver plate for it
inhaled…
and then I ate of it
surrender my vice
to you.
will I suffice?
for you.
sacrifice my soul’s price
on you.
Now I am yours for the taking
fire up your soul’s match
making your heart rate escalating
beat twice. again. and then again.
pounding while I ask
Please.
[you know I want it]
the morning’s alive
toes slide onto floor
releasing the day
with revived purpose
run fingers through words
listen to silent prayers
whispering wings
I lift my net to catch your presence
and thoughts for my day
i need you.
[oh please...let me catch You]
Today is the day.
I am finally ready
for the exchange.
My experiences
are the foundation of this moment.
I gather my details.
Embed them into sections
of a nautilus shell.
Every piece, every segment, every room
holds
everything I ever was,
everything I ever owned,
every word that was ever promised,
my life’s treasures,
my heart’s secret thoughts,
my private adventures,
those hungry cravings,
imaginary retreats,
pursuits of peace,
desired purpose…
All I ever held close.
Then.
With a racing heart,
I traded the shell.
Tossed it to the ocean
as directed.
I gave it up.
No good-bye. regrets. tears.
For it was a trade
of fortune.
A choice
of unknown adventure
that began
with the toss of a shell
and all its irritations inside.
Empty though I was
I had only a instant
to wonder
to question
to gasp
When wings appeared
behind me before me above me below me.
weightless.
And I waited
with hope to see
my Trade.
soiled hands
secured heart
my trade
my Life
for the pearl…
A shelter.
A blackened, insecure, silent hiding place.
Closed umbrella for a [b]rain storm
to puzzle the rain.
Thoughts spit questions at the soul
while answers weep quietly
in the night.
[The roof leaks.]
A shoe.
A poverty-stricken, laced-up, ripped-up mess.
Its polished twin prepares to stomp
Pausing. Already afflicted.
A step in mud defiles both shoes to whisper
while answers acknowledge quietly
in the mire.
[They both fit.]
Plan B.
A predictable, hand-crafted, restrained Book.
It’s line upon lines trail off the page for a doze
to bore your mind.
An awakening longs within for tangible adventure
while burdens tingle at the sound
of His Word.
[Grace my song.]
Once blind, but now I see.
(Anonymous guest post, Inspired by “bite me“)
Pink, soft and sweet
Bubblegum in red wrapper
Kneeling before her feet
Softly sucking I trap her
So many to sort
For tasting between
Honor her court
Worship my Queen
Submission I give
Freely to each and all
For passion I live
That is my call
Tipped in scarlet
Tender pink prize
Foot of my harlot
A feast for my eyes
Having done my will
And her’s as well
I’ve eaten my fill
No more to tell
Ohhh…today
I throw my eyes away
for an exploit in sensory play
[please do what you will to me]
_________________
vanilla-flavored lollipop
swirled delicious treat
I sense your surprising tongue
wet my tips of feet
gingerly soft bubble-gum
tickling in and out
I feel my body inside your mouth
blowing up my drought
Each bite of genius
a Screech poke of passion
of succulent skin or Peaches…?
Only 9 left in the ration
