Spoken Sensuality

Why stop pain of all things,

but the heart?

      our purpose of pain will show…. one day.

—ME

 let your minds tell a story within,

whilst allowing your lips to know of silence.

   The rest will come— yes it shall proceed with patience.

—ME

His hands are white sheets

of milky silk,

  Lay them on me,

                                  leave your sweetness be.

—ME

Dance to the music in your head,   

             we’re all going insane…

so do your homework and remember your responsibilities

            and let it drive you insane,

because we’re all going to end that way regardless.

—ME

 I love the way his beard grows. I love the way he knows how to get through life &  the ways that he doesn’t. I love his sense of life.

His humor, doubt, & sensitivity are of an essence I have never known until he presented self.

But, most importantly, I love the way his eyes explore my soul…

I love him. Oh, I’ll love him forever.

—ME

I heard from the mouth of another secretly astray artist that from the moment we were born we were dying. Each breath becomes a little softer, each blink becomes a little more tiresome, and each heartbeat becomes a little more unknown because the more we spend in the unknown the more we feel we know nothing. and so, today, I am telling you to hate from the bottom of your heart, kiss like you will never taste your lovers lips again, and laugh until you feel like you couldn’t strain your lungs anymore but most importantly, smoke like you born to, dance likes it’s all you were taught and please follow your own path like putting one foot in front of the other is all your were born for… because honestly, no priest, no man, no woman, feminist, activist, NO religion— No human being could tell you why you were sent to die.

All you can do is be the best to your being that you can.

—ME

I can’t write….

I know of a man,

 whose blue eyes tell a story of something like the sky.

The first time he looked my way, I found them infinite of life’s possibilities.

I think that the first time he kissed me matched something of the feeling of when you jump out of an airplane into the open blue…

You’re scared but yet,   finally you feel your souls free.

  You can breathe through the rush that runs through your veins…

Everything seems to fly past you though when a stranger asks of description of this specific feeling all you can say is…

  “that blue sky, that blue sky”

and in relation to your heart,

   all that seems to leave your cherry lips is

  “those eyes, OH, those eyes…”

A simple thank you

to my heart.

     HW

Love,

ME