Being Real: When Hyperbole and Life Intersect

Sometimes hyperbole tells the tale best of all.  I sincerely hope to get some feedback on this one.  thanks!

Being Real

– When Hyperbole and Life Intersect

Overwhelmed by a single thought
Unexpected.
Triggered by sweet words read on some site I don’t recall
A punch to my chest

A  shawl knit of sorrow draped around my shoulders
A vacuum sucks the air from my lungs
This sudden longing for you
a craving sharp and fierce

If I can’t touch you how can I live
and navigate my days?
Never feel you?  Never kiss you?
Never hold you in my arms?

The sands of regret
weigh me down and clog my breath
I am blinded to life’s beauty
We will never be together

Some Moments

And then there are the moments
when I think I’ll die from wanting you.
Much more than physical craving
I am blindsided.

Overtaken by this powerful storm
that smashes carefully constructed defenses,
set in place to ward off
inevitably disappointing outcomes.

Does this become at best an exercise
To stretch my imagination?
Conjuring up wordforms
that express my love and desire of you ?

Even that marks certain failure
For as deft as my pen may be
As varied as the words
There are none existing adequate for my purpose.

When I Close My Eyes

A thousand times or more I have closed my eyes
and felt your lips on mine
softly brushing, parting, tasting
probing, merging.

A thousand times or more I have lifted my arms
to encircle and embrace your welcoming body
and thrilled to your gentle caresses
stroking, kneading, exploring, finding.

A thousand times or more I have taken you into my mouth
and made exquisite love to you
with lips and tongue –
sucking, tasting, savoring.

A thousand times or more I have opened to your
hard and forceful thrust
bordering on ecstasy with each movement
striving, surrendering,  flying.

Wanting every inch of you
Dying to ride you into oblivion
to feel you fill me completely
while we soar to heights unimagined.

(c) 2014 The Spirit of the Goddess

Moon Madness circa 2014

Pulling back tonight.
Put in the frame of universal truth
and relative influence of you and me
and the full moon promising to wow us all
only a spin away.

 
The moon will coax the tides at the least
and if you ask the triage nurse at the General downtown
you’ll hear wild tales of lunar provocation.

Super Moon - March 19 2011 Moments later the cloud

 
 

Is this moon madness of a sort? 
Surely the ebb and flow,
the constancy,
the drama reflected from this whirlpool
defy casual comparison with lesser icons.

 

What twisted star will confess
to trickery or cruel taunting
to have led you to me?
Which daughter of Zeus is laughing to see the wreckage of her joke?

The path we’ve walked is strewn
with the debris of thwarted hopes,
unanswered questions,
scorched sensibilities.
Distilling and sorting
tossing and keeping 
thoughts and words and feelings.

 

The woman,vulnerable, numb, suspended in time
stuck in a corner waiting for rediscovery,
Reawakened
jarring reminder  she was alive
 freshly aware of sexuality tightly wrapped
unfurling and open  to her suitor’s ardent overtures
responding to his promised masculinity in a way unpredicted by either.

 

The genie is out of the bottle 
whispering in their ears of forbidden delights
best kept corked.
Effervescence threatens to overflow
to drown them both
if passions recognized but not realized
are turned loose toward their goal.

 

Ambivalence prevails  thwarting the magnet’s pull 
artificial distractions offer temporary respite from planned action.
To their respective corners awaiting a signal never identified
yet known with primitive feelers
testing the waters tilling the earth
wound too tight …waiting.

 

Acting out
out of the box-looking for signs 
hanging on tight, clinging to past paradigms.
Would welcome the innocent shove of a grinning gremlin
nodding and knowing and waiting.