Get Out Of My Head

Will you come to me tonight
You were right, it’s what I want
Let’s drive along the Parkway
We’ll revisit our old haunts

Lets shelter under the willow
Where no prying eyes can see
My body’s aching for your touch
Unwrap yourself for me

Your lips are benediction
As you bend your mouth to mine
Kisses that are sweetened
With experience and time

Share the lessons not forgotten
Held in check until you came
Every secret, searing memory
Is sparked to fiery life again

And now our bodies crash together
Truth speaks in sweat and seed
Time reveals we are a diamond
Unwrap yourself for me

~ Kei
27 May 2015, reworked 29 September 2018

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Petites Pensées ~ What Might Have Been

Another of those very rare dreams about you last night
Let me be clear, this isn’t me pining, not in the least
It does strike me as rather sad though
Two people who once had so much to say to each other
Can’t find it in their hearts to observe even the social courtesies
Using technology instead of words
Maintaining the most tenuous of connections
Where once the sound of each other’s voices
Was the only sound our hearts could hear

~ kei
13 August 2017

Less Speech Than Speechless

As if words might be too little for everything that this is and everything that you are. Easier to keep it all inside, cherished and nurtured. What it is though, this thing we are making, this phoenix rising, my head wants to give words to everything that’s in my heart and mending my soul. I sit with pen poised and lose myself in the thoughts. Thinking, thinking… kisses, such sweet kisses… like Aurora, I’m awakened, and the kiss is the first, of course it was the first, and also the now and my thoughts are spinning away. Pen forgotten, swept up in memories; I marvel at this, at how Life can in a heartbeat, give you back every cherished thing you thought wasn’t to be, couldn’t be… Puppy love, broken hearts, soul mates, lessons that needed learning, lessons yet to be learned. My self cracks open and the words all spill out, written on to your skin these cursive kisses and copperplate caresses… whispered in your ears and finally exhausted because there will never be enough to make up for those unspoken in that space in between.
Those words left over are limitless “I love you’s” and the rhyme is always your name and if I never wrote anything again except for these… I would be content with this body of work.

~ kei
26 January 2017

Jericho

The marauder withdrew. Occasional flaming arrows or signature attack – a trojan horse variant – were vivid reminders that he enjoyed subjugation as much as decimation.

So it began; a placing of stones. Slowly at first, then rising high and sturdy until a wall – impenetrable, unassailable – surrounded the one treasure that remained unsullied.

~~~~~

These arms around me, this shoulder for my head
Strong back, long legs that steady as my intentions tumble down
A silent cacophony, rushing madly, lightning and surging

Examining this exultation amidst the rubble, I understand
This kiss that I’d thought was a long ago echo
Has become here and now

My heart’s Jericho

~ keib
18 December 2016