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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

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If It Happens in Cyberspace, Is it Real ???

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

 

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Too Shattered To Spin

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Author’s Note:  Artists are fortunate that they have their art to turn to in times of greatest stress and despair.  But sometimes even artists have difficulty getting re-energized by their work.

And all of us have had to, at one time or another, don the mask of normalcy to face the world during a time of personal sadness.

 

Too Shattered to Spin

Too shattered to spin two words together
unless the words tell
of anguish
of tears
of love crushed under the weight of reality.

 

Too crushed to think of tomorrow
‘cause I already know that
tomorrow brings nothing but more reminders
that all is lost
forever

 

Too lost to find my way to happy ;
to regain my buoyant spirit,
to say hello once more
to joy…
to life…

 

There was no foul
There is no fault
There was surprise
There was fascination
There was delight

 

There was no way
There is no remedy
There is despair
There is grief
There is a mask ready

(c) The Spirit of the Goddess Minerva

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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

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The Battlefield

The battlefield exists in my head.
The combatants are regrouping,
re-arming for their next attack.
The home team takes comfort in what they can see;
the logical progression of familiar scenes
narrated in crisp tones with familiar dialogue
while the visitors nod with knowing smirks
And behind the scenes a chorus of naiads
suggest other worlds in their songs

If you choose to listen to this seductive siren
Be prepared for swift ascent to a world of ephemeral ecstasy
and a precipitous plunge to despair,
so my Head coach cautions.
The sirens sing not only for you
They sing for whoever is fool enough to listen to their melodies
And often their sweet harmony will take you down unintended paths
Betraying your trust for their own gratification.

The battlefield languishes
The combatants bide their time
When hope is at its highest,
when I start to utter victorious words,
they will once again take their places
brandish their cruel weapons
camouflaged in beguiling images
destroying certainty,  confounding rational thought.