lifting the veil of nights silence

[Passionaria]

"abstinence - act or practice of refraining from indulging an appetite"

Emotional bondage
her chastity of flesh
woven tightly
by invisible tendrils of will
restraining her
in a second skin
of emotional latex
sexuality in exile
nomadic yearnings
wandering her bodies
remote inner landscapes
with frenzied hunger
her lust boiled
beneath the surface
of the latex reality
she caressed the world with

every Sunday
her virgin flesh could be seen
elevated
upon the red brick bench
which was inlaid
with succulent moss designs
a secure outcropping
from the patios
red brick ivy covered walls
the wildness of vine
juxtaposed against her
voyeuristic sculptured beauty
only her eyes told the story
of this exiled passion
her sacred gift
praying
to be opened

[Passionaria]

I saved myself for you
she whispered softly
placing delicate
butterfly wing kisses
across his eyes
her sensual incantation
murmured in
the language of touch
not out of obligation
she continued
eyes soft
her succulent lips trailing
across his mouth
her fingers tenderly followed
down his chest as
she fell to her knees
eyes lowered
I save myself for you
because my body
is the only thing in this world
that is really mine
It is the most precious gift
I had to offer

[Passionaria]

fingertips to thigh
caressing
the sweet flesh memory of you
feelings of warmth
burst open my heart
then
pulse between my thighs
electricity surges along
paths you've traversed
and my flesh screams
greedy incantations of lust
with
fingertips to thigh
I caress
the sweet flesh memory of you
and how
fire sung lustful melodies
as we rode the
passionate beast
of need
now
parts of you
merged into cellular memory
have become
part
of the fabric of me
exquisite artwork
this
precious interweaving
of
love

[Passionaria]

Brown eyes dance-naughty
long black hair flowing-wild
suit coat, jeans, and-sunglasses
you capture the irreverent edge
between he and she

every time we meet
almost-touching
your heart extends a vibrational kiss
warm laughing eyes caress me
openly

once on the dance floor
eyes stealing glances
reflect surprise
when the music hits me
white girls don't move like THAT
grace crossed naughty-set free
your eyes devour my-hips

You sealed my affection
when you fell to your-knees
to kiss her bottom as she-danced
hands held her in-worship
praying to want
through
acts of-passion
on the dance floor
that's my sweet baby butch crush
your honey lips
cross my heart with
yes please

[Passionaria]

you have disturbed my innocents
with senses enlivened
my lips utter enraptured prose
weaving tales of rose and thorn
needs sacrificed, heart bound
upon a turbulent sea of desires
tie my wrists and bind me to your will
my resistance trickles
like melted candle wax
and pools at your feet
as attar of roses
this perfume of my soul
rises sated
under your hand
intoxicating
your arrogant swagger
impregnated by my beauty
in the balance of
power
the owner
is owned

[Passionaria]

a bright green humming bird feather
jolts from the piercing in your ear
and lies flat across your face
streaming love medicine
wise eyes peer
from your painted face
You made yourself invisible
then emerged before me
shifting
everything
I was taught about reality
in one action
shape shifter
star traveler
kinky
long haired beauty
my heart still calls for you
my lips WHISPER
thank you
passing hand through flame
tobacco offerings released
sweet grass smoke
perfumes the wind
prayers beckon power
finger drawn through paint
long hair cascades
the braid is earned
power allies emerge
and
Warriors take a stand
warriors
take
a
stand
with love

[Passionaria]

my soul flutters across words
like a butterfly
making love to flowers
imagination bursts aflame
paradise drips from my lips
I your muse
melt
the metal of your intellect
into flowing rivers
of emotion
and you paint a fantasy
of me
in colors
of how I make you feel
you love
how I make you feel

beloved fantasy
painted in the colors
of your want
you dream of me
and your prose flows free
even there
you killed me
choked the breath from me
rather
than taking a chance
on loving me
for real

when your painting
and my story collide
fantasies turn staccato
and judgment careens
from your glacial eyes
words become icicles of malice
served from your icebox heart
and the arctic wind of your soul
leaves my pierced heart
too cold to bleed