Over There.

"It is very beautiful over there." 

— Thomas A. Edison

 

I don't know where there is, but I do hope that I find it soon---whether in dreams or amongst my day to day realities.

Instinct.

I feel your heart beat through your chest as it beats hard against my back.  Your strong, yet delicate arms wrapped around my waist---you pull me closer to be as one.  Your fingers tracing back and forth across my stomach; It calms me. As your warm breath on my neck; It takes me.  Lying together, in the silence and dark, I trace your hands with my fingertips.  Your lips gently brush across my shoulders as you place tender kisses with each breath I take.  As your eyes open and close, your lashes feel like butterflies walking across my skin.  Slowly, I turn to face you---our eyes meet and time stands still.  As you reach up to brush the hair off my face, you run your fingers through it---slowly, gracefully, caring.  I lose myself as your hand softly caresses the side of my face.  You draw me in with the clear taste of your lips. I lose my breath with each kiss and I am drawn deeper and deeper into you.  
The raw emotion that emerges from our souls---the animals inside, they become more apparent with each passing moment.  Twisting and turning---pushing and pulling---I feel safe with your body above mine.  I place my hands on your back and pull you near as my body aches for you.  I lose myself in the moment, as we become one---Pleasure. My fingernails peel back small pieces of skin as they run down your back. The sweat drips from your brow and lands on my cheek as your rhythmic breathing turns to panting.  As we tumble, I kiss your chest and taste the intimacy between us. I gasp for breath and at once you are stretched out across these white sheets, I feel you under me---inside me---this bliss---it took me.
With my head on your chest, your heart pounds, and with each breath you take, it slows. Your tender kisses on my forehead gives me the promise of rest.  I run my fingertips up and down your chest---your hand meets mine.  As we drift off to sleep we trace each others hands with fingers so soft---up and down our arms---like drops of rain, in a cool summer shower.  
With one last kiss before our slumber--- we breathe our life into one another.

I Keep Them In A Box Under My Bed.

I brush the dust off my memories as I sit in my floor---a cardboard box to hide all my secrets.  Untie the silk ribbon that holds it all together---twist the delicate strands 'round and 'round my fingers.  Lift the covering and spill them out in front of me---pictures of us, pictures of them, pictures of me, and pictures of you.  I lie down amongst my mementos and sift through each one---

I remember playing in the sun until it hid behind the mountains and counting the stars on those cool and endless, summer nights. I remember listening to the rain play melodies on the window.  Hiking in the dark when the only light was the moon.  I'll never forget watching that one dizzy butterfly spin, up and over, and around in circles, and the sweetness of berries rolling over my tongue. I remember water splashes on my face.  I remember painting pictures on the wall, and laughing at our silly thoughts. I remember lying in bed and talking until dawn, and the sweet memory of becoming lost in one another...

-These thoughts will never escape my mind and bring a certain hope to my soul.

Ode To Memories.

I want to feel your hands trace mine like time stands still...

To the slow motion of breathing life to one another..

Let the day slip by us and turn into night..

Swing, swing, sway...away...

Embraced in each other like the day is undying..

I want to get lost in your embrace..

I want to feel...feel whole..feel life..

Who said life isn't about the little moments...They were a liar.

Let the water quinch my thirst and desire...

Let my passion fuel the fire...

This secret both unexpected and vivid in my mind..   

Life is stunning when we let it take us sometimes..

Not knowing where to--just moving with the energy of the moment...

Don't forget the feeling of the warm earth and cool water at our feet...

And the sun kissing our skin..

Unexpected...but life is about those brief times..

Where you feel the energy in the air and verve pulsing through you veins...

Memories rush in...

Leaving nothing but the thought...

And I never felt alone...until I met you.

Grass Like Forests.

Lying in the thick lush grass, I closed my eyes and collected the thoughts of my past. I remember feeling the blades weaving up and through my fingers, as other pieces caressed the sides of my face and arms.  Who knew there would be the place where I would finally find some peace.  Looking back, I wish I would have lived more freely, breathed more deeply, and laughed more often--but sometimes we are caught up in the rush of other peoples lives. We have to be able to live for ourselves and no one else---When did we lose track of ourselves?  When did we forget who we truly are?---Honestly, it doesn't matter.  The only thing that matters is finding yourself again.  We are not strangers to ourselves, we only try to be.  Peel back the mask you have created and rid yourself of the baggage you carry---awake to a new world and realize that nothing matters except for the moment at hand.  Lying in the grass, feeling the warm rays bathe me, feeling my heart beat throughout my body, and hearing nothing but the breeze blow past my face---I let go. 

I let go to breathe. For freedom. For my soul. To find myself. 

Let Us.

Let us let our bodies move throughout--twisting and turning--above and below the waves.


Let us let go and feel the peace and motion.


Let us let water in our mouths as we laugh and feel complete.


Let us dive into the depths and let the bubbles be the only sound around us.


Let us lose our breath and rush toward the skies.


Let us wrap ourselves in one another and sink to the shadowy depths.


Let us dream together.


Let us feel life and love.

Sinking In.

 

I wish it would rain here. I love the tranquility of it. So simple and over looked. So cool and inviting.  Do you ever just stand in the rain and take it in--feel the tiny drops splash over your skin and sink in? Do you ever let it run down your face and collect the salty sweat of the day as it trickles down to rest on your lips?

--The little things as such are the joys of my life.

Tigers Live In Trees.

The first day I met him,  I was inspired to the point of speechlessness---my life was forever changed.

He said, "Why?"--to every thing I said the first day I met him. We sat high in the branches of this beautiful Magnolia tree as the wind howled through the branches and shook the leaves. As we both had our perches in the limbs we swayed to and fro with the gusts and had a talk of life and shared experiences. Throughout the day we continued to talk and he continued to question.  

By the end of the day I had realized that I too needed to question life.  I felt an emptiness inside my soul until that day---then a new me emerged. My life started taking on a new form. Questioning my actions and reactions, to and in, good and bad situations.  What if we lived free? What if we lived for the moment at hand, every single second of our lives? Would we all be happier, more fulfilled?  This is the one and only life we have. Lets lose the chains of our complex lives to be happy, simple, and free.

In that Magnolia tree is where I first realized I wanted to be the tiger that I am today--wild and untamed--My soul free and longing for more.

This tiger will forever live in trees.