HER MUSE

Unspoken:
He transmits intuitions, inhibitions
Mistakes.
Embrace the human condition,
Pull of the heart strings.
He, who unlocks my soul—Unforeseen blessing,
Inspiration
Highest respects
He, who knows me best—Fooled not by armor,
Instincts reside.
I shed my pride—Elevated.
My watcher
Protection, Affection
He, whom I seek direction—Raw and pure
Depth, Connection.
Forever his canvas
He, my exception.*

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Have you ever not loved
Fiercely,
Till
You were wounded?
Dare.
Bare your scars
To heal,
And then bear my burden,
Made of this cross of lust and love
That I wear on my flesh

CHASING You, Me & Temporary

When we fall
from
Lust,
into
the chaos of each other,
And become reborn
in
Old Love,
Do we embrace the tragedy
Of our failed past?
Or that familiar bliss
When our flesh collides?
We’re forever chasing us…..

Our Solitude

Sharing our solitude,
You are half-
full,
I am half-
empty,
And void of any content but lust.
In this empty dance of the flesh,
You bare your soul
And I receive your truth.
Until,
Suddenly
I loved you.
Then,
We became whole.

Look of Love

Lust,
Looks like her
Love,
Touches like you
Hearts,
Break like us.
Or, was it
Break like us:
Said hearts?
She touches like
Love.
And you look like
Lust?

Margarita

Your love
Should have appealed to my heart,
Except it was consumed
By my lust.
So when you loved me silently,
I only returned it foolishly in flesh.
I should have been rooted in your love
Rooted in your love,
Although I concealed it with lust.
I should have swept you off your feet,
Swept you away,
In a torrent of love.
I should have loved you,
Loved you,
Without interruption and noise.