Written in the Stars

he scribbled his intentions
across her willing flesh,
with fingertips and glistening
streaks of wetness,
leaving pools of hope and lust
in her clearly seeing eyes

he penned chapter after chapter
over her every curve and thew,
with warm whispers
fevered grips and moans,
and commands that pushed her toward
leaving her speechless, no need to speak

he illustrated their story
in the spaces that were once
between them

he bound their story
with a boundless spine
made of their blood and sweat

their story is written in the stars

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Content

I awoke as if beckoned,
pulled by some cosmic string out the door
and into the fresh, sea air

my sleepy eyes struggled to focus,
but when they did,
I was mesmerized

for, sometime as I slept,
something magical had happened –
night had become as smooth as a mirror,
the entire canopy of stars shining with ebullience above,
casting a perfect reflection across the surface of the water

it looked as though there were now two heavens, one above and one below,
nothing but a sliver of silver-blue separating them

‘where do I stand?,’ I wondered,
night’s silence and purity louder than any waves I'd ever heard,
its stillness heavy with presence,
holding in the warmth of its palm something I needed to know

I listened, but no words were heard,
there was only the stillness,
but in that stillness, there was a luminescence from within,
one just a bright as the sacred, mirrored stars, its tentacles reaching from one excitation to the next, energy to energy,
reaching out to commune,
to converge

it was as though all the most disparate elements of my biography were at last knitting together,
all that I have loved and known in this world stitching themselves up,
forming a never-ending tapestry of constellation,
becoming one thing

I felt alive,
more alive than I’ve ever felt,
more awake,
my mind and heart humbly able to function at the uppermost limits of their capacities,
seeing and understanding everything,
as though watching it all from the highest imaginable ridge

except, there I was,
mere mortal,
standing not upon a ridge,
but somewhere inside the sliver of silver-blue

content with whatever the heavens had planned

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Earthshaking

when my exhausted back is aching
and my weathered hands are shaking,
when my tired eyes need waking
and my cluttered mind needs a'raking

there you are, tugging at frayed edges
that need staking,
helping pick up the jagged pieces
that are crumbling and breaking

never turning away
from love's work that's painstaking,
investing in the us
that's forever in the making

we've found holy land
in this sacred giving and taking,
and everyday I'm blown away –
because my love for you is earthshaking

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More Than Skin Deep

she wears her heart on her sleeve,
even when she tries not to –
her hurt carved into her young flesh,
and her happy shimmering like sparklers
in her deep green eyes

she listens and observes;
she absorbs

she knows things,
even when she doesn't want to know

she overflows,
because she feels more than
what will ever fit inside
the boundaries of her skin

she yearns to forgive,
and love herself

she wants to know you,
she wants to know how you love

she is a girl who teaches the world
what beautiful is

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Hope’s Garden

she spent years pushing away
the things she wanted more than anything;
wanting them too much scared
the hell out of her,
because sometimes people lose themselves
in wanting too much, 
at least, that's what she thought, 
that's what she'd learned

but the only way to know, 
the only way to find out, was to leap,
to want something so badly,
it nearly made her crack with hope,
to risk,
to grab on with both hands,
plant it in the center of her heart 
and see if it blooms

so, she planted,
and planted 

she found out that she didn't lose herself
in the wanting, not at all;
she found herself in the hope

for, in hope, was her truth

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Would You?

If I were just a’floating by,
A dandelion seed on the breeze,
I wonder, if I tickled your nose,
Would you even recognize?

If I were trapped in an hourglass,
A grain of sand waiting to pass,
I wonder, would I be significant,
Would you make the second last?

If I were but a tiny minnow,
In a sea of glittery scales,
I wonder, would you still see me,
Would you see beyond the veils?

If I were but an ordinary girl,
In a world of Barbie dolls,
I wonder, would you still want me,
Would I be for whom you’d fall?

For, I am but a humble seed, 
A grain of sand amidst the heap,
A minnow apart from the school,
An ordinary girl whose love is soul deep

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Shameless

there was a void inside her,
a dark closet with a locked door
where she dare not ignite the filament,
for, when light spread its ominous tentacles, 
fearful tears came and eyes averted, 
while scratchy, well-used voices shouted at her from shadowed corners,
reminding her she shouldn't, 
couldn't, 
didn't measure up,
doesn't deserve

'good girls don't, 
curvy girls can't,
what would others think?
you can't be worth the effort

but, with him,
there was no tick on the wall
in which to measure up

with him, not only should she,
but it was expected of her

with him, she could open the door,
demolish the closet,
make room for light and dark
and all the in-between, 
all the time

he made her feel worthy,
and forget about what anyone else thinks 

he made her feel beautiful,
powerful,
herself

with him,
she is shameless

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Pay Attention

she was always coming or going, 
life and love at light speed,
until she became only
the coming and the going,
until the going became imminent,
a glimpse of ‘what if’,
prying wide her eyes,
forcing her to see that
her feet were rooted in the moment,
which was fleeting

best pay attention

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