it was never about the sex. it was always about connection. it was never about the way you moved (well, maybe a little) it was more than a simple distraction and as long as you’re willing to keep on going then i’m game, too for as long as this connections holds, baby it’ll always be with you
is there a secret to falling in love or is being in lust with you so much easier on the heart that i should refrain from letting my mind tell me to stop and just go for the ride and fall and drown, and like a magic trick, appear unbruised, like new?
you are my muse and that is the truth, at least for now, pulling me from the depths of despair i find myself in somehow preferring the comfort of the darkness when there is so much light out there until your smile, your eyes, your voice prove the perfect snare
so keep me under your spell for as long as you truly can dance with me to the tune of my wildness. be my hero, be my man and i’ll write you until my tears run out and i’ll need to cut open a vein and let my fears and dreams and love spill out, and all that my heart cannot contain.
she found herself in opposition to her heart who wanted only him and no one else even as her mind rebelled and said, please take care, for if all he wants is sex now, what else is next? submission, surrender, and so much more… hush, she said, for he is my cure.
Note from Liz: So ends the Poem-a-Day challenge I gave myself for March 2021. I hope you enjoyed them!
i woke up to a beautiful sight today, your face veiled in the dawning light before losing myself in your warm embrace remembering the words you said last night
we’ve come a long way, you and me with each passing day building up to the next secrets told and dreams shared yet everything about us is so complex
but for simplicity’s sake, tell me again how i touch you and i’ll whisper the ways you continue to change my world how you remind me i’m worthy in so many ways for with every word spoken or unspoken, my heart learns
you let me find your quiet place, and asked me to sit with you and in the ensuing silence we said words we’d never shared with anyone before – words of comfort, love and so much more words meant only for our lonely souls to hear as you lay your hand over my heart and said, no matter where i go, wherever i may be, just close your eyes and find me right here.
no one knows how deep our scars run and sometimes not even we do until someone comes and traces the marks and to our horror, the wounds open up again too soon
far sooner than we were prepared to staunch the flow of not just blood, but memories and shame the very ones that kept us scarred and broken, long after we’ve forgotten their names
but for your words and the sound of your voice, this time something was different for together with the stigma and the blame that may have accompanied them, there, too, was redemption
an acceptance that none of it was my fault or my own doing, nothing i deserved or asked for. and i can finally move on because you saw something i long forgot, that i am worthy and i am worth fighting for.