The Closeness

Insatiable

Beautiful

Intolerable

 

Unbelievable

Sensual

Wonderful

 

The open wound of love

Bleeding grace

Unbounded

 

Limitless

Unfathomably deep

Dangerous

 

Alluring

Tempting

Seducing me

 

Feelings

Emotions

Triggers

 

All fly and dive

Within

And without

 

In an uncontrollable flight

 

Called life

Tasting History

Tasty, tasty a mind shouted to me,

As I saw myself in history once more.

Do I want to be there in this simpler time?

Where noticing emotions and feelings seemed deeper.

 

Could it be the accents, or language.

Where adjectives and thought seemed to go into a response,

Versus the language of twitter or less,

Where conciseness is exchanged for precision,

And conclusions and analysis are passed over for opinions.

 

Perhaps it is just the longing for a unpretentious time,

One when I feel I was born into; but was not.

 

Methinks I should ponder.

Be Gentle With Me

Be gentle with me, for I am tender;

Tender from an open heart,

Which I bared to you without limit.

Be gentle with me.

 

Be gentle with me, for I am hurting;

The hurt of my recent loss,

And a smiling face I may not see till eternity.

Be gentle with me.

 

Be gentle with me, for I am weak;

From years of hiding feelings and facts,

The world, or I was not ready for sharing.

Be gentle with me.

 

Be gentle with me, for I love you;

In ways deeds or words cannot express,

Yet, it radiates without pause, towards you.

Be gentle with me.

For I AM love itself, albeit sometimes disguised in the armor of my own making.