lifting the veil of nights silence

[Passionaria]

Needing your magic
in secret places of want
my lips call your name

[Passionaria]

Moonlight tonight
opalescent softness
weaving shadow
and iridescent light
into mysterious
images and feelings
emerging
beckoning
fading
into and out of
seen
existing in knowing
growing in feeling
calling to emerging
and fading back into
shadow and
opalescent softness
caressing the earth
in moonlit images
of time
my spirit
like this moonlight night
is fading into visibility
weaving shadow
and iridescent light
emerging before you
kissed by the moon
the scent of flowers
playing with the night

[Passionaria]

Watermelon Sweet

Your skin smooth dark chocolate

Eyes sweet like summer and watermelon juice

Twirled together with the laughter of children

braids neatly aligned, clothes pressed crisp

gentle lingering the scent of cologne

Looks like gangster but vibes like the warmth of summer

swooping me onto the dance floor with one bold move

laughing, me, dancing to Rap music

my sensuality against the hard of this song

to which you know every word

It was your eyes I was dancing to

Yes, to linger for a moment

in the beauty of your eyes

and the warmth of your desire

made me feel like a piece of fresh home made candy

that had not yet hardened your mouth watering

for that first bite of sweetness

all we could do was laugh and dance

later hugging me goodbye tight and warm

your heart big and open like a banquet laid out

laced with come ride in my Cadillac

us looking into eyes laughing a moment of sweet connection

you were my angel tonight

my heart so heavy

the light inside of me fading

about to flicker out

tonight the beauty in your eyes

kept the light in me

alive

[Passionaria]

Cosmic joke

Sitting on cool wooden porch steps
wrapped in pre dawn light
waiting for sunrise
my mind wide open
heart listening
to secrets of the cosmos
whispered between ancient lovers
I feel it
The sun and moon pass each other and kiss
like husband and wife
embracing a loving moment together
and then they laugh
a cosmic joke between lovers
The sun and moon
amused and perplexed
as they watch the mind of man awaken
shifting the peace of night
Into the realities of day

alarm clocks ring
the clink and clank of coffee and breakfast
doors open and slam
a car engine starts
accomplishment calling
the day demands compliance
we must fit tightly into distortions of reality
created by the minds of man
lost in our own arrogance
forgetting our place in the universe
living in the garden of Eden
with no recollection of Paradise

At night the mind of man quiets
and the forces of nature can be heard
I can touch Paradise again
witnessing their joke
turned me into a child of the night

[Passionaria]

Fire
warmth eminates
from your soul
your tenderness
touching my heart

knowledge of magic
in your eyes
your stance in this world
grounded in sacredness
your connection to life's power
calls to my own knowing
enticing my surrender

tenderness
heat on the verge of flame
warmth that bites
igniting into fire
unrestrained passion
demanding
raptures unfolding
I offer you
gifts
from deep inside
my woman self
my desire
spiced honey
served to you
at the alter
of my femininity
meeting
the fire in you
dancing
with the fire in you
craving the fire in you

[Passionaria]

Standing
at the edge of myself
where lines blur,
and colors meld,
Reality shifts
knowing this path
will change me forever

In being
who you are
You, unlocked
secret desires
leaving me to stand
at the edge of myself
Craving
at your hand
the unlocking of
the night

Desires
hidden deep inside
emerge
taking form
in the warmth of you
in the safety of you
bringing me
to the edge of myself
and wanting
to play with the night
where darkness and light
a continuum of the whole
without judgment
free me from
fearing
the darkness inside myself
trusting the nature of life
trusting the nature of us

Sacred gifts
not given lightly
Craving
at your hand
the unlocking of
the night

[Passionaria]

Gazing
into the mirror
looking deep into myself
reflecting
on choices made
each layer
an interweaving
constructing a fabric
laid so tight
it became unmovable
molding me
out of my own form
and into this
confined garment
in which I can't breathe

This bustier
fabric woven
of beautiful intentions
laced tight with
choices
untrue to myself
cutting me off from
breath
from life
from my own power

gazing
into the mirror
looking deep into myself
reflecting
on choices made
watching my own eyes
I reach behind
and begin to unhook
the top one
beautiful dream
but no room for me
second hook
releases
negativity not my own
third hook
is broken
things destroyed
with harsh words
moving downward
naming out load
each release
both good and bad
that clenched my soul
in this Bustier
woven with good intentions
watching this garment
worn for so long
release
peeling
from my body
and with the last
unhooking
it drops to the floor
and I gasp for air
like a swimmer
who almost drown

looking into my own eyes
tears fall like rain
on my breasts
what do you do
when you have been
untrue to yourself?

Wrapping myself
in the softness I share
so freely with others
I look deeply into my own eyes
and whisper
tenderly
I am so sorry I hurt you
and I breathe