Autumn Memories and Magical Threads

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The magic continues
The spinner weaves a fragile thread
Taken to tangles and knots
Requiring a gentle patient touch.

We are connected by a magical thread.
Sometimes the filament frays –
when confusion clouds the perception of action or inaction.
Tenuous attachments attract uncertainty.

Fantasy, illusion, dreams – all is good –
Reality is often hard pressed to keep pace with the mind’s alternative universe.
Especially when that universe is shared
with the embodiment of remembered yearning.

A vivid memory of crisp breezes carrying wispy scent of hearth and embers.
Dusk falling rapidly as I briskly walked the few blocks home –
dodging puddles and reveling – charging through piles of crunchy maple leaves
randomly adorning the sidewalk.

Utter joy with the sensory symphony –
for the moment tenuously overriding
the swell of angst rising from my depths.
A nameless yearning. Strong sense of something missing.

Feeling such a longing to reach out and touch
the someone who was striving to do the same from parts unknown.
Continuing my walk home and
turning my thoughts to the evening’s planYet, down deep inside knowing that the longing would continue,
the vague sense of disquiet would go unappeased.
Until the shadows took on form emerging from the hidden realm
and the wonder of recognition became reality.

Love – The Inadequacies of a Word

 

…..love….

 

a totally inadequate word

for this passion that rages;

outpacing each obstacle

tossed in its path

 

for the unimaginable depths of feeling

welling up unbidden

overcoming guarded habits

of a lifetime.

 

for the fierce unwillingness to bow to reason

rendering demographics meaningless

by overriding time and space

to meet in another dimension.

 

longing to be free of the earthly pull

to tear off restraints –

overwhelmed by the sheer joy

that lifts my spirit to the heavens

 

yearning for moments yet to come

to touch your lips, to gaze into your eyes

to feel your breath warm my cheek

Our hearts beat in perfect unison.

Reflection

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Since our first hellos, eager yet tentative,

through the dizzying events of recent months,

we have navigated our paths;

so far apart yet so close

and always hoping for more.

 

The caring deepened; the fire burned low.

Frustrations sometimes led to words and actions

regretted, eventually repaired.

The attachment, ever stronger. 

drawing us back. 

 

Each day I feel a little closer 

and want you just that much more.

Oh how I ache for your touch

and your reality in front of me;

to be alone and together.

 

I lust for your body pressing hard against mine.

I want to taste you, to tease you with my eager tongue

and thrill to your response 

as you grow and throb between my lips.

I want to memorize the feel of you 

as you enter my body for the first time

I want to make you quiver with desire 

and as your passion builds and peaks

I want to hear you call my name 

and  hold me like you’ll never let me go

 

 

© May 2014

The Spirit of the Goddess

You

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You are the sum of my dreams
and the essence of my longings.
I crave your touch.
You are my fantasy lover.
You are the energy that lifts me to play amongst the clouds
in search of the sun’s pathways.

You are my refuge from the panic monster
a touchstone bringing calm and clarity
a source of strength and love
a reminder that a constant exists
that caring and kindness do not cease
because time and space intervene.

Miles cannot defeat
this life affirming evidence
that connections persist and bonds strengthen
if we open our minds to possibility
and our hearts to kindness
and breathe in the wonder .

© the Spirit of the Goddess Minerva

A Word or Two About Love

Can you define love in a word or two???

 

…..love….

 

a totally inadequate word

for this passion that rages

Outpacing each obstacle

tossed in its path

 

for the unimaginable depths of feeling

welling up unbidden.

Overcoming guarded habits

of a lifetime.

 

for the fierce unwillingness to bow to reason

rendering demographics meaningless

by overriding time and space

to meet on another plane.

 

longing to be free of the earthly pull

to tear off restraints –

overwhelmed by the sheer joy

that lifts my spirit to the heavens

 

yearning for moments yet to come

to touch your lips, to gaze into your eyes

to feel your breath warm my cheek

Our hearts beat in perfect unison.