I write my secrets in the stars holding hope one day the constellations will catch your eye Leave the words painted on black canvas The light to hold all I can not say If they should fall place my dreams there May this longing light…
Category: Miscellaneous
“Two – Machines of Night”
A Lust Letter – For My Dulcinea To my most darling, Dearest, morning’s come and all the work of night has passed away into its jaws. The earnest laws of man are moving on the streets and greet our dreams with clatter and…
I am your mind
No you don’t need that! But I… Trust me! But what if…? I have known you before you even had desires! This is… Now shhh..for a while and listen to me, I am your thy, your thou, I am…
prompt 2
Hour two How do we share yearnings when we cannot speak of them? Times of No speech by Joan Leotta When words are not enough My hand clenches My mouth goes dry Words are the essence of my being If I cannot speak,…
Making a Difference
I want to make a difference in this world To speak of it, well, there are no sounds I want to make a life that is well lived Improving the lives of those around me, …
Hour Two
How do we share yearnings when we cannot speak of them? Yearnings By Patricia Harris Tongue tied, Frustration cried. No words to say a tired mind, To speak the desire, The dreams behind. Reaching out, Soul to soul, Hoping that though the Words will…
Hour 2: Stirrings
low earthworm stirrings given wings to take them up pay for heaven’s sake
Wanting
I spend too much of my breath wanting something I don’t have. I wish I had less of you. You crashed into me and I can’t get rid of you. I don’t want you. I don’t want you to want me. I don’t want your…
Hour Two – Yearning
It can’t be touched or seen, it has no color or smell. It’s like a thirst or hunger, though this one can’t be fed. In youth it may just be a fancy, though it feels real just the same. A desire that no words can…
endowment
drop hints in unspectacular fashion. get aroused without prompting feel a churning immediacy like hot magma just before it bursts through the surface. sit on a pillow and will surrender, acceptance of all that has been given by the invisible giver. …