Roll,
and splash around
through my warmest ink;
let it streak your body,
spilling into mind,
while
steadily
warming
your bluest veins.
Step barefoot through
my intentions,
stripped,
wading this man’s
inner everything.
Close
your eyes,
allowing yourself
to become the parchment
of love’s enduring
landscape;
catch
the pulse
of inspiration’s
heavy rains.
—me ॐ
~ Amazing poetry. ~
Yes, I do have a mind –
but I have a body, too
and I deserve to be touched
to be worshipped
to be admired
to be adored
as any cloud
as any storm
as any flower
as any fruit:
I deserve to have my hand plucked from my side, where it rests
like a flower, casually plucked from the ground
and kissed, the tender flesh of my hand as gentle
as any flower’s silken petals that may brush your nose
I deserve to have a river’s run of caresses up the length of my arm
my taut muscles like a riverbed of polished rocks
yearn for the fluid motions of your heart in action
for the flickering motion of lips like fishes swimming in a stream
I deserve a steady trickle of fingers slipping up my thighs
my body a heaving river fed by your ever-increasing streams
spilling helplessly over and over again
I am still yours.
Whether you discard me or keep me close,
I am still yours.
My wild heart is broken;
You tamed something in me,
And there is no way I know to un-tame a broken heart.
So,
I am yours.
This heart does not know how to give itself to another in this way;
It bucks and throws everyone away.
Is it my whole heart,
My whole mind,
My whole being…?
Or is it only pieces of my heart,
The lost child in me,
The wild one in me…
The fantastical dream of me,
Broken
By the reality of you?
How do I break your reality?
How do I return the favor of love
Upon love?
I want you, my love.
I am yours, my love.
I am still yours…!
I am
Still
Yours…
Oceans of Mine 