my thoughts leave the moon
and turn to you as Christmas nears
A New Year of life, life which is so fleeting
so uncertain, never revealing
a fated wind rushing under star crossed skies

It leaves me wishing things were simpler
as simplistic as midsummer’s night kiss
against the backdrop of tumbling waves
sparkling like a million angels
dancing on the surface under the moonlight
as simplistic as two sets of footprints
in the packed white sand of a beach forever kissed

Dominate you
Tell you I don’t care.

Demoralize you,
You are Mine to invade,

Sensualize you,
Marks that will not fade.

Carnalize you,
Face down on the floor,

This is how I want it baby,
You, are my goddess whore.

My Dominance comes from My heart. Just as My love does. Do not confuse tenderness with weakness, and strictness with Dominance. I can be as soft and tender as a teddy bear and Dominate you. It is who I am. You follow Me because it is your heart’s path to do so. It is, perhaps, your thought that a Dominant somehow needs to maintain their position, that they must “make” their submissives.. submit. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I don’t have to do anything to make you submit. If I have to make you do it, whether by use of coercion, pain, strength, blackmail, you are not submitting, you are not consenting. I am forcing.

There is a huge difference between a scene such as a mock rape or kidnapping, and living in a power exchange. Within the context of a scene I may threaten, cajole, use force, whatever… But in My relationship, I will not make you do anything. I will not punish with anything more than disappointment and something to make you regard your error, perhaps a writing assignment or an unpleasant household chore. You submit to My will and My direction. I do not force you to follow.

Consent. You consent to our relationship. You submit to My will. If you do not, then perhaps it is best for you to seek someone who will play the game you seek. I don’t play emotional games in My relationship. I expect submission. Submission does not mean blind obedience. Submission does not mean becoming a doormat. Submission means that you turn your will over to Me. My decisions are your law. That doesn’t mean you can’t argue, because I have charged you with looking after My best interests. You are charged with taking care of Me, meeting My needs. If I do something that you feel is against My best interest, it is your duty to ME to point that out. And My duty to you to listen. And then decide what to do. And once I make that decision it is your duty to try to make it come out right.

I just cant believe that you’ve been here all along.
Right in front of my eyes and right below my nose… literally.
My cure has been here.
My cure is you.

I’ve never really knew you very well.
Though now I wish I had tried sooner.
For I know you well enough now,
to know that you are the cure for my heart.

It started with a simple hug
and now this healing feeling
is spreading through me.
Closing the hole that was left.

Because of you the process has begun
So because of this feeling you give me.
The healing you’ve started within
because of this…..I thank you.

“Wishes…”

I kissed her -
soft,
softer than a feather
being drawn across a fingertip,
my lips touching
touched as if it were her own lips
tasting
finding
her
for the first time…
again
and KNEW
…magic.

“Me…”

I am -
a gentle curiosity,
a Rubic’s Cube come to life
with facets to be turned
and turned and turned
’til boredom sets in
then shelved from sight.
A puzzle past being solved,
a moment’s triviality -
good for the laugh,
a laugh
once-a-day…
or night.

“Echoes…”

I used to draw -
pastels -
but what I saw
wasn’t real
‘cept to me.
Now I put my ‘vision’
into words -
quiet
simple
little things – words
that I allow to change
all on their own
’til they TOUCH
inside in ways more REAL than
the life we think we know,
ways that can’t be believed
yet
somehow
ARE
quite real after all.

“A Stray…”

The dog ate my shoes
I laughed… you scolded…
Basement flooded -
2nd pair gone.
Your slippers replaced,
mine await in the trash.
I wear the last – quietly,
without complaint -
is as I am, was, and will be.
My belt wore away – ’til breaking
and is gone.
Pants fray – threads age,
separate, buttons fall.
I window shop – at the malls,
eyes follow as you shop
store-to-store-to-store…
wait as you rest
then follow once more.
You buy for you and yours -
but not me…
is as should be -
I’m just the stray.

I would ride slow
Currents of clouds
Catching the crest
Of the morning
Until soft waves
Slip me ashore
Then drift away
To summer skies.

I hazily look around,
trying to figure out
what is going on
lights flash through the window,

red, blue, red, blue
three knocks again
I go to the door
and open to find cops

they speak gently
I fall to my knees
how could it be
your gone they say

I think back now
you went to the store
I must have fallen asleep
and now your gone

half a decade has gone by
I still dredge
through the murky ponds
of suffocating tadpoles

My soul sags with its exhaustion
can tomorrow come without you…
without you here today?
I’ve asked this question countless times

Each day the sun rises
I get up and go through my routine
shower, dress, work, home
sometimes some fun but nothings the same.

You would think by now, I’d know my way around
I shouldn’t miss you like this, I should be standing on familiar ground
How many more years alone must go by
until I learn, that it does no good to cry.

Mayhaps if I was willing to let someone take my by the hand
they could show me a happy place in these unfamiliar lands
Mayhaps even I’m only homesick for all the joys that were once mine
I must accept…that they, and you…belong to another place and time.

So if it seems I cling to the past
its because I can not accept that love did not last
no matter how hard I’ve tried, I can not get over you
for the small part of me that is still alive, will always love you.

I CAN reach -
intangible fingertips quest
and find and touch
and feel and are felt,
within and without
what was sought…
and have.
Can you?
Perhaps better asked – would you?
Could you even dare to be
more than simple reality -
with me – or even without?
I dream -
in color -
and fly -
and live beyond
a single simple plane.
I reach -
touch -
breathe soft in mind’s ear,
float in the inner vision,
KNOW the fears,
have lived all tears,
tasted smiles…
because
I CAN

To breech the page
in fitful screams — primal anger
snatched into the frightening cold
bright, shining, sterile world
dripping of ink and blood
each breath burning the liquid life away
each line obsessed with yearning
wanting to return, longing the soft, wet warmth
and yet, reaching here, there
anywhere to grasp hold of a thought
a rhythm, perhaps a rhyme.

Alone, so terribly alone
each cry, each word, each stanza
a tear in the tearless world
a dry, empty planet.
Scratch the ground in uneasy steps
one foot before the next
turn the page, read a verse
one lonely voice, a pause
a breath and once again a poem
                – a birth.