What Pearl are You

What Pearl are You

I am a woman in her season,
Both solstice and equinox;
smooth as the rivers run,
firm as the miraculous mountains
where the sun descends to rest.
I am a sojourner in this life;
formed from dust, breath and pulse.
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 I am as subtle as a southern breeze,
cool as rain, and passionate as fire.
My heart is fated, having known love
before it was seduced by words.
It was written in a poem by my soul;
if you ever wish to read it,
search the pages of my heart, 
there’s no need to spill it here.
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I am companion and confessor,
both stranger and welcomed guest.
I am she who cries tears
that traces the evidence of
yours and mine encounter; 
born in spring…yet died in fall.
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I am a poetess with a pen stirring flames,
holding on to each tempestuous second; 
for love and lust between man and woman,
though customary, has us stumbling over buried treasure…
staining the legacy of days and nights
with bare backed ridings and empty dismounts.
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I am heart, and mind to my spiritual essence,
the speaker of my house till journey’s end.
I am she who lives life and welcomes a friend to my door.
And if you knock and ask “what pearl are you?”
I’ll smile through my eyes and say…
beloved…I am love.

Whispers

Whispers

His whisper comes in the stillness of the night,
on gentle breezes, yet gone by morning’s light.
Words of seduction he whispers in my ear,
his voice soft and low, but his needs made clear.

Hanging on his every word, I place them in my heart,
as I wait for sleep to come and dreams to start.
Come to me my lover, in the haven of my room,
for a night of new beginnings, sweet love to bloom.

We’ll immerse in flesh to heart pleasure till the rising of the sun,
till our bodies are well spent from the loving we have done.
Until then, I’ll be waiting for your whispers to begin,
for your voice soft and low…to come take me once again.

Awakened

Awakened

I was of a certain age…heart in need of a certain thing
when he came to me, from a space that lies between.
He arrived on a half-moon night…on a howling wind,
no east or west in his direction…
no north or south that the naked eye could see.
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The heavens unfastened the stars to reign upon
the darkness… now filled with anticipation.
My pulse became eager…rhythmic like music…
sending pleasuring surges of in and out caresses beyond
the host of my panties…erupting inside the fever of my core.
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He spoke words that sat with my soul, words of love
and loving…as the wild wind played across my chest.
His hands fed my lips…as his hands freed my passion.
And this is true…my mind trembled…my heart sang,
recalling…how our souls made love so long ago.
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Tonight our paths aligned…and nothing but the lure
of our breath to breath passing between us.
Here on a sultry night with no spells…no dark incantations…
in this place without spaces, I became as my beloved…
intoxicated with new life…drunk on the pure essence of love

In The Knowing

In The Knowing

 

 Love and I… face to face at last…
remembering the dark of our fall…
recalling the presence of our winter…
when the threads of my pulse ran cold.
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Do you remember, love, when
the fire turned to ashes and we
sought the forever spring in us…for we
feared this space between life and death
without the encounter of human touch
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Come to me love, like a jealous river…
eager to be a part of the frenzied sea.
Love finds comfort in the knowing…
You and I were destined to be.

Voodoo

Voodoo

In your eyes I am consumed,
in lucid shades of a wrap around rainbow…
whose colors I’ve yet to recognize.
In your arms a spell unfolds about me;
and I whisper beneath my breath…
peel away this lace.
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I have followed your beloved trail;
come with me, or take me with you.
I have laid in the memorable
of tender moments,
where I danced within your pulse,
seeped through your veins and fell
as tears to kiss the fire in your eyes…
because I love.
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We are the déjà vu aromas
from another time in an endless generation
that leaves us drenched in its vigor.
Please cherish the ardor of our romance…
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And when distance impedes our endless touch,
I’ll be as a dulcet breeze upon your burning sun,
the rhythmic ink within your pen..
and when your mind yearns to soar…
I’ll be the dream that dreams us real.
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In the midst of silver moons
and crimson tides,
I hum with a voice full of hope in forevermore,
for your fingertips on the undress of my skin,
testifies…you are the hope in my destiny.
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My love…songs of sirens arouses the breath,
and precious time is wasting away…
so come love me today
and tomorrow we’ll start all over again

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