an image is burned in my mind
you, standing at the foot of my bed
your cheshire cat grin
curly tufts
my fingers itchy
to play.
eyes open eyes shut
you hold your ground
passion set aside
ripens
savoring
anticipating
an image is burned in my mind
you, standing at the foot of my bed
your cheshire cat grin
curly tufts
my fingers itchy
to play.
eyes open eyes shut
you hold your ground
passion set aside
ripens
savoring
anticipating
If it Happens in Cyberspace, Is it Real ???
If you had asked ‘before’
Do you believe a deep connection
can be formed in cyberspace?
Feeling real and right and strong?
No – of course not
How could it be?
When all you have seen of your love is the most external shell
And that only with electronic assistance
Dig a little deeper
Past the bullshit layer
And through to the hidden well of the essential self
Casting off illusory vestiges
The happenings begun that winter
proved me wrong forever
I already knew the answer
But didn’t know what I knew
I didn’t have a clue
This was all too new
to understand it was true.
….I absorbed his totality
Unimpeded by banality of electronic gadgetry
Layers merging instantly to reveal
This entity who threatened my complacency
And shook my world entirely.
I retreated prematurely
I pretended immunity
to this man that I suspected
possessed potent irresistibility
And when heart caught up to head
It was too late by far
Too many miles, two different worlds
two special people off stage waiting.
But the end was the beginning
of this cyberspace adventure
Of this bipolar dream
Of ecstasy and despair
Hope and hopelessness
Plans made, plans discarded
Declarations whispered
Silences broken
Fantasies shared
Hearts and dreams shredded
And always
love and lust prevailing.
Jan 2014
(c) the Spirit of the Goddess