I smoked a joint with the moon She insisted it would allow us to see the world's beauty better As herbal clouds drifted lazily across her round face She rambled dreamily about the midnight sea's endless dance with her voluptuous celestial body Spoke stanzas of star songs Sang of wild wolf hunts and their howling choruses Described forest galleries full of freshly woven spider webs bejeweled with moon-dazzled dew She waxed lyrical about the endless stream of hopes and prayers whispered to her Giggled as she fondly recounted the numerous myths humans had crafted about her I listened contentedly Basking in her hazy light My heavy-lidded eyes glistening half moons themselves Safely ensconced in her keeping
I have coated my boundaries in sacred salt Saged the walls of my mind Served healing teas to my soul Soaked my dreams in moon water Calmed my spirits with lavender sachets
I have removed the “welcome” mat from my doorstep Hung a horseshoe above my threshold Covered my aura in layers of steel Cut the cord with silver shears All to reclaim myself from you
The brush of your lips upon my neck The reverberating purr rumbling deep in your chest as you press against me
The grip of your fingers tangling in my hair Each sensation its own spectacular pyrotechnic show within me
The heat of your breath on my throat The tension in your arms as you pull me into you As if any room between us is too much
My lips swell from our eager, crushing kissing Goosebumps pebble every inch of my too-hot skin Sparked into existence by your exploring fingertips
My hands gripping your arms Your hair Your back Your hips
My nails sometimes teasing Sometimes scratching as I surrender to this tempest of desire
Sighs and moans Gasps and groans Hunger and need Primal and demanding our surrender to it and each other
I have no desire to resist Neither do you seem to
We are wonder and fire Surrendering to this conflagration As we quest to find in this consuming bliss The evocation of when our essence blazed as brightly as stars
My demons tell me I’m not enough They rake burning shame across my skin Hiss monologues of self-doubt In the echo chamber of my ringing ears They use your voice Never silent And they laugh At the cleverness of their torture
This above all To thine own self be true But damn Is that a hard thing to do I want to hold To my own principles To set firm my jaw And without a pause Hold firm the ground I'm planted upon But when I say no You refuse to move on Turning my insides Upside and down Knitting my eyebrows And causing a frown Why is honoring me Such an ask It's not like I'm begging Some outrageous task I'm asking for only Mutual respect Yet you recoil As if you were decked Leaving me feeling Like I've caused you harm While my heart is rattling My chest in alarm Now I'm a monster For making my needs A priority which Leaves you aggrieved One day soon I will disavow Ownership of What's forced on me now I will figure out how To my own self be true And with peace in my heart I will leave you
Poems begin with desire Deep and persistent Feverish and demanding They demand attention Needful hungry things Finicky in how they want to be handled Not touched by just any words They must be the RIGHT words Poems demand intimate connection Crave it Require it They require time to build A sacred dance between poet and pen The stimulation of mind and soul Identification and reflection of the human experience Poems must touch the most intimate parts of us Where human and universe converge Grasping and pulling feelings to the surface Until the soul explodes in prismatic truths Leaving the skin erupted in goosebumps Pupils dilated and breath quickened The soul's hunger satisfied Poems demand nothing less
Words Wishes and Wisdom 