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Ardent Apotheosis
Your essence weaves in and out of my thoughts.....
Wondering......digesting....
Investing....
Investigating each one within its own moment in time
My ego,
born naked and non existent,
has so little to strip down....
And if she did so,
She would only reveal the vulnerabilities that hide within the spectrum...
Masked by the warrior of walls she has encased as her shell.....
My spirit....soared from the moment my eyes fed upon ink that spoke in voluminous languages,
Digesting through me like royalty,
bowing to future adages
To know I'm desired is not a satisfaction I tend to taste,
But I do wonder and dare to think I've been craved and embraced....
That my mind has been chased.....
sought after like the rarest gem in the womb of the Himalayas,
I am here....waiting for your whispers...
Sitting on your lap of oceanic intellect,
Lapping up the ride of our wise-demonic journey...
Whisper the tails of your fairies in my ear,
I'm leaned in,
Legs wrapped around your waist,
Breath in your neck,
Heart beating to race
Waiting for the secrets of your mental maze
I don't always know what to do,
almost like I'm intimidated by you
Not always sure what to say,
Feel like my words are to intense,
that they dare to scare you away..
Yet in my silence you seem to stay...
Your mind...to be so cliché....
is the cinnamon in the coffee that starts my day,
I want to drink your erudite intake
Feverishly live through the warmth you eject into my veins...
Don't run from the certainty,
mistaking it for vain.:::
I'd hate to see this explosive....
expressive charade dissipate
I don't believe in fate,
But I dare to dream every soul has that one match of a mate,
So I hold on to the thought of "us"
With an invisible thread of carnal desire
Wishing I could reach out and touch the fire of our memorable footprints,
The heat causing an opaque hue to cover my once translucent soul...
The colors striking through my erroneous zones
Like lighting hitting my undertows,
Rocking my erotic nodes...
Curiosity being the only sense that we seem to know,
and hope being something of yesterday...
personified by today's glow
Published 24th Jan 2017
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24th Jan 2017 11:33am
Whew!! That was a 'testament' n homage, to whoever clearly has
the 'in' with you... Excellent spill...
the 'in' with you... Excellent spill...
24th Jan 2017 4:51pm
Thank you poetik...yes...and in a sense.... a testament to myself...a reality check... My poetic pep talk, diary...I can dare to dream even if the dream is something reality knows will be unseen...:<3
24th Jan 2017 2:19pm
There's a quiet command to your words. When you speak, it's time to sit up and pay attention. I have yet to read something you've written where I feel like I'm simply rolling along the lines in rhythm. Your writes grip a person and direct them exactly where you want them to go...sometimes gently, sometimes demanding. Truly remarkable! Again...I tip my hat to your grace on the page. :)
Willow
Willow
Willow my gentle one..:always pin pointing my mental state when my pen bleeds...the way you describe to me the mood I set with my ink gives me a whirlwind of emotions...you always seem to feel my mood through my words...gently dominating...what can I say...my scales will only allow so much give before she graciously tips to her dominating grace. Thank you for reading as always my dear ❤️❤️
Anonymous
24th Jan 2017 8:45pm
This is so very beautiful. Your heartfelt thoughts bleed upon your page. I love the vulnerability and the raw emotion which cascades perfectly.
25th Jan 2017 7:33pm
Thank you so much for your kind words and ability to feel my raw emotion. I appreciate you reading.
25th Jan 2017 7:48pm
Lyrical, your feelings are so beautifully described in this piece. It is a study of just how deeply we can feel for another soul. This passage is fascinating in its imagery: "Sitting on your lap of oceanic intellect, " Bravisima!
26th Jan 2017 6:55am
Thank you for being so gentle and kind gahdess...it was a feel and vulnerable spill...indeed.....but sometimes it is hard feeling so deep.
26th Jan 2017 8:29am
27th Jan 2017 7:23am
i see the flood is still flowing,
such a bold tenderness in this, not knowing what to do, what to say even though you clearly have the words and course of action already on standby, there is jus the timidness on how you feel it will be received...Quite the dilemma
brillant as always
such a bold tenderness in this, not knowing what to do, what to say even though you clearly have the words and course of action already on standby, there is jus the timidness on how you feel it will be received...Quite the dilemma
brillant as always
28th Jan 2017 9:16am
Yes it is...this flood of mine comes in waves. Sometimes drowning...it is indeed a dilemma as well as a battle..to find the right balance...to be honest with myself....to dare to think...to dare to dream...not knowing how it will be received is the hardest part.....thank you for reading within the ink as always....
5th Feb 2017 4:18pm
your construction of thought is just sublime lady.
a most unique poetic architech you are...
a most unique poetic architech you are...
11th Feb 2017 2:21am
It's nice to hear from you naaj....and I appreciate you reading my buildings of ink.
