She lost.

A key she must find to remove him from her mind,

The pain of letting it go,

It's hard and she hurts and she won't be the same, she'll never forget his beautiful name, 

How she wanted to see the world with him,  The places they dreamed to go, 

She loved him deeply and never wanted it to end, and now her sunshine was only dim.

Out of Reach...

She wished he could always be her morning view, 

every afternoon rendezvous.

Her teacher of things she had deeply hidden, 

always believing those places forbidden.

Out of the dark he whispered her name, 

not understanding her life had just changed.

An affair she was learning, a new way to act, 

her life now a canvas painted in color abstract.

He was the image of everything she ever craved,

her fragile heart he had unintentionally enslaved.

Now a prisoner of heated desire, 

but knowing he was not one she could ever acquire.  

Her soul raged intensely, her heart deeply pounded,

her love now locked and forever compounded.

 

 

Words.

Every night she heard his voice.  Her energy craved his touch, she wanted his hunger to devour her.  She needed to feel him, to love him.  He was real, he was more real then the tears rolling down her face and she succumbed to the realization that her reality would only be the words of a fantastical dream she would savor forever.  Would it be enough for her love stricken soul?  The world he was offering was but a story, and she knew stories ended.  She raved with jealousy of the book they were making and read together, how could this be?  How was he able to make her want him with such desires, desires she never knew before.  How was this possible?  Having pleasure with just words? No actual touching skin to skin? How was this possible?  Being made love to with only words?? He was everything she thought never existed.  How was this possible? 

                                                                                                                        MJ 6/5/2020

I've met you before...

I am not yours and you are not mine.

so how are you so familiar to me?

Maybe in a different time, a past that death we did part,

maybe in another time we promised each other our heart.

Maybe we met in a different life where we were lovers beyond control,

maybe we promised to meet again after death had taken our soul.

Always meant to meet in our wild perfect place,

yet always straying from the path,

only cursed to meet again and deal with this futile wrath.

Knowing deep within me, I know I've met him before, 

and saddend that he never showed, or knocked upon my door. 

I've searched for him forever, opening the door to let him in,

instead he never found me, and I know I'll never feel his skin or kiss his lips again.

How many times must we die before we get it right,

How many times must we sleep alone til we win this erotic fight?

How many times must it take before our bodies can say good night?

Thoughts

If I could step into your words and make them all come true, I'd spend the rest of eternity, satisfying you.