My pulse races and stutters,
a staccato sound of gunfire,
as you draw near.
Senses enlivened by proximity,
electricity crackling,
the air
ripe
with danger
and desire
as you take what you need,
relentlessly. My defenses plundered
with the skill of a tactician.
This want
you’ve created,
a violent firestorm
that burns it all down.
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I cannot cage these thoughts
nor douse these desires.
Every encounter pushes me further over the edge:
to fall
to fly
into this fire
with you.
Cool sheets and exhausted sleep
coalesce into an awakening;
flames licking every inch of my bare frame,
sheets tangled around curves,
as my hands smooth over warm skin
and my fingers find every ache
with your name.
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Wrists touched
with tender fingers
upon sensitive skin, a provocation
an awakening
of feral need.
.
Wrist held
within a manacle
of your will,
pinned
and possessed
for pleasure
.
Wrists kissed,
a rapid pulse
beating
beneath your lips,
my scent
an invading army
upon your senses;
an invocation of your need.
.
Wrists,
pale and vulnerable,
soft skin
reddened by your attentions;
the burn left
showing desire’s path
and my destruction.
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A year has passed
since that August morn,
yet it feels like yesterday.
A day beginning like every other day,
only it wasn’t.
I woke, alone,
at peace with the silence and soft
entrance to the day.
I lay there, thinking,
contemplating the end;
twenty-three years of a life
accompanied but not shared.
A half-life,
existing,
stasis all I knew.
A single day bringing all that to an end.
Changes would mount, swiftly,
a hurricane gathering shape
and strength
offshore.
I girded myself for the storm,
open arms and an upturned face
waiting
for the rains to come.
A stinging kiss to remind me
I am alive.
Transformation found in droplet
and deluge
alike.
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I want to take a moment to thank all my wonderful followers and readers. When I created this blog back in 2014, I never anticipated it would grow as it did; I just wanted a place to share what I was feeling, thinking, and seeing in my mind’s eye.
Recently I have begun to write pieces that reflect the many changes my life has undergone. To date I have published two of them on Medium magazine, found online.
The links below will take you to each piece, a short read. I hope you enjoy.
Thank you again for your wonderful support.
C
Navigating the world in sound bites
It’s raining, a drink of water after parched days. The ground was littered with odd drops, scattered randomly, before the thunder came and the heavens opened.
The rain always stops me in my tracks. I wait. I watch. I wonder. And my heart aches with some unfathomable feeling that soaks me to my core with a haunting want.
He is the one I think of when the rain falls, shattering itself upon the pavement. A Saturday morning with nothing but the sound of rain, and thunder in the distance. It’s always him I think of — sitting end to end on a couch, reading. Or, notebooks open upon laps, jotting down something that comes to us, dialogue or a poem. I think of laying in his arms, just listening to the rain, not saying a word. I think of the intimacy of the moment and how completely I want that. I think of how this will never come to pass.
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