I dream of your hands

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I dream of your hands

tangled like need

in my hair

as I breathe you in.

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I dream of your hands

finding every curve and line

touching them

molding them to your palms

like a sculptor.

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I dream of your hands

covering every inch of my skin

a blistering caress

that ignites my own fire.

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I dream of your hands

making my body sing

with a touch, a grasp

that tells me I am yours

my song for your ears only.

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I dream of your hands

and my own hands

become your proxy.

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Awakening

I cannot cage these thoughts

or 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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Immolation

What is the cost of feelings such as these…

immolating myself in a fire

started by another,

allowing myself to feel the heat

and crackle

of every flame

as I place myself upon this pyre.

A modern day Joan of Arc

with a purity in burning,

for to sequester myself

would be to deny what

and who

I am.

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Burning

Breathe out the fire of this desire

and allow the flames

to crackle.

Burning up the hours

between yesterday

and today,

my kiss found

hidden

within the smoke signals

drifting

upon the horizon.

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Wanting what you don’t have

Wanting what you don’t have.

Is life meant to be a series of dreams that never become reality, possibility that never reaches fruition?

There is an impatience that builds once you get a taste of what sets your soul, your senses, on fire. You want it all. Yesterday. You look again and you see the obstacles and a path that lays ahead, and it seems endless. How hard it is to keep believing that you might one day set foot on that path. That one day the emptiness that has echoed inside of you will be quieted. You feel so far away from what you need, yet you try every day to persist, to put one foot in front of the other. 

Wanting what you don’t have.

Is this so wrong? You’re told to be happy with what you do have, but what if what you do have doesn’t fill you up? What if you know that there is more to life than simply existing? What if you want that so desperately…your eyes finally opened…as you recognize the shallow breaths you’ve been taking, and all you want is to breathe deeply and become more and have more than ever before…

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He reads her

He reads her

and wonders…

is it his name written between the lines

Could he be the one,

her eloquent distraction

the frisson along her spine

The fire within her tangled sheets

the heat between her thighs.

 Could he be the one,

the smile that appears when no one is looking,

a secret she keeps close to her

Is it his face that haunts her dreams?

He reads her

and wonders…

and wants it to be so…

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A breath of ashes

It is a fire that rages

with violence

Burning with a vivid emotion

undeclared

unnamed

unembraced

that engulfs us

We become the Phoenix

rising from within

A breath of ashes

becoming the oxygen

we need to survive

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Artwork by eiladh at Deviant Art; “Shade”

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