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I do not understand

Where it is you are

Reaching me.

Someplace

New,

Setting off a cataclysmic

Wave.

An eruption of thoughts

And

My synapses are firing steady

Filled with light and electric love.

Shaking cells flowing,

Skin tingling. Hair raising.

I feel your presence ,

Your direct approach

As you breech my perimeter.

Matter altering magic,

Eyes out of focus.

Senses magnified and restless as i smell

The charge in the the air.

I await your arrival in the veil.

A quantum kiss.

Out of mind and body.

Here, there,

Us

Dissolving to

Unify.

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You

Knocked the breath out of her.

Hands hit skin,

Words hit heart.

She was fearful

Of everyone.

Scared to speak.

Scared to move.

To say the wrong word,

To give the wrong look.

Her legs always shaking step by step.

Heaven forbid a tear should fall

(You damn crybaby)

Her voice so small

(Speak up! Speak up! But only when I tell you to!).

Eyes on the floor.

Walk so very softly.

(Become the wallpaper upon the wall

Your fingers never touch)

When She breathes, if she breathes,

Hold it, listen.

(What the hell are you wearing?)

Do not move another step

Until

Television volume up high

To mask the sound of her

Existence.

(They walk among us)

The controllers and abusers,

The controlled and abused.

And Momma always said

You never know what goes on behind

Closed doors.

Journey On

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I cherish a sunburnt country for the red dirt did

Cradle and heal my spirit.

I have felt the enduring passion of  my English garden

And I forever keep the

Mountains of the far north in my soul.

I have felt the caress of oceans from east to west in my heart.

The southern sun has kissed my skin with hope.

They have all given what I need in moments,

In those times when I did not know what I was in search of.

I love them all and owe them everything;

I am owned by none.

I rise each day and journey on in trust.

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her mind was quite broken you see.

for so long the road to healing has been most tedious.

she has had to learn to allow herself grace

and tenderness unapologetically

she has had to learn she does not need to justify this to

anyone

for even she was unaware that those wounds were too painful to touch

that even her skin was deeply bruised

with heart and mind

and this takes time

giving herself space to grow new strength

unspoken

and nurturing her own roots

and spirit

which ultimately remain

unbroken

love and tenderness for oneself grow freely when welcomed

and cared for unconditionally