About last night…

To my ear there are few sounds sweeter
Than the quiet breathing and murmur
Of a sated man as he lies sleeping
And of loving secrets he’s been keeping

Moments that evoke such tenderness
For this sleeping Knight in his Poetess
Naked and vulnerable held in her arms
Unaware of how his surrender charms

Sleep Dear Heart, I keep watch over you
‘Til dawn streaks the sky and I succumb too
Trading Guardian’s wings for a woman’s need
Slipping to dreams with you wrapped round me

~ kei
12 April 2014


Coupled our fave pic sleeping together


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Broken angel wandering alone

Wounded soldier journeying home

She seeks respite from her tormented dreams

He searches escape from his waking nightmares

Heart and Soul

I see you

Sanctuary in eyes of blue

Wander here my weary Knight

Journey to my door

Turn your key in my lock

Gently push me up against the wall

I will catch you if you tremble and fall

Kiss me like I am your very breath

Unbreak me Beautiful Stranger

I have sanctuary to offer you

Heart and soul

One from two

~ kei
11 March 2014

The Watchers ~ One

I was so deep in my own thoughts that the shove, when it came, sent me stumbling.

That’s another thing I really dislike about Michael, besides the fact that he can be a pompous arse. He roughhouses like a highschool jock sometimes. I think he forgets that I’m a girl, something else that he just can’t seem to wrap his head around. Besides, my shoulders still hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.

As I was pushing gingerly up off my knees to stand, I could hear Gabe saying “Mike, leave her alone.” Gabe’s voice really is like music to the ears. You may have read that and wondered, but it’s true. He’s often followed around by a little posse of the Chers, they add harmonies, fills and do-wop kinds of backing vocals; annoys hell out of me.

“Turn that frown upside down Nefil Nettie! It’s not like you have to do really hard work.” I turned slowly to look at Mike, biting my lip hard. I was trying to stop from showing how much my shoulder hurt, and to clamp down on the tears that threatened to spill over.

“Leave me alone Michael”, the words were barely out of my mouth before he came back with his favourite line, “I don’t know why they bother letting you back, there’s no use sending halfbreeds to do this work.” Gabe, who is like the big brother I never had, interjected with “Mike, seriously. You are such a jerk. Back off”. Mike’s response was another typical one, he shoved Gabe’s shoulder and said “Make me.” They are like brothers, all of them are, but these two in particular.

I think Michael was caught off guard by the tackle. He’s really oblivious to how much he sounds like an arrogant jerk or when people have had enough. I love Gabriel. He doesn’t have to but he tries to understand what we’re all about and he’s always willing to go to bat for me with Michael. I think that’s because Gabe knows who my Mother was.

Watching the two guys rolling around, wrestling in a way that looked like it could become serious if someone didn’t referee; I wished he’d tell me.

~ kei
23 November 2013

To Be Continued…


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