Sunday, February 14, 2010 1 words I am thankful for

Forbidden Fruit


I raised my head
To the sky,
But instead of countless stars,
My eyes alit
On the streaks of raindrops
Highlighted by the distant lights.

A gasp
Escaped my throat
And sugar coated bolts
Of energy flowered
From the core of my being,
Electrifying every atom,
Every proton, nuetron, electron
That existed in me.

I looked down
And with eyes
Lazy with extasy,
I watched him
Lick, suck and nip
At my forbidden fruit.

I pulled hip up,
And with my lips,
My tongue, I consumed
His mouth,
Tasting my juices,
Tasting him.

With an ease,
I've grown accustomed to,
He sank into me.
My body a sheath
For his beautiful, thick sword.
Our mouths absorbed
Our moans.

Like a boat
On calm waters,
He rocked,
Nice and slow,
In and out.
His eyes on mine.
My eyes on his.

Then we entered rough seas
And his momentum increased.
A growl clawed it's way
Out of the depths of his being
And a vibration began
From the core of my being
Freeing a scream from my lungs.

Then nothing.
Two bodies entwined.
Frozen in time,
Holding on to each other
As though there was nothing else
In the world.

Held breaths
Were released.
Muscles relaxed
And once hard bodies
Became pools of spent liquid.

He rolled his weight off
And nestled beside me.
We soon fell asleep
As the rain clouds traveled west
And the stars emerged
And shone down on us
On the rooftop of my apartment.

Here we rest until the sun rises
Or until one of us grows hungry
For the others forbidden fruit.
Saturday, February 13, 2010 1 words I am thankful for

Stroking My Kitty


Baxter dug his claws
Into the open weave
Of my comforter
And like the deftest mountain climber,
He made his way
Up into my little world.

For this Sunday,
My world consisted of
The four sides
And the four corners of my bed.

Baxter curled himself
In the middle of
My fetus position,
Brushing his fur against
My exposed skin.
It was there he chose
To take one of his
Infamous cat naps.

I eyed him
For a minute,
Then began to stroke
His black and white fur.

The tension in my body
Began to unravel
With each rise and fall
And stroke of my hand.

I didn't hurt as much,
I din't feel like
My heart was broken
Into many pieces
And those pieces that were
Still intact were
Rolled on the smaller shards.

Stroke by stroke,
I let go of the pain,
The misery,
The confusion.
I let go of the love
I still had for him.

The morning stretched
Into the afternoon,
And I stroked my kitty
Until I came
To the realization that
It was not him I missed,
It was having him that I missed.

The epiphany stretched my world
Beyond the four corners
And four sides of my bed.
Thanks to my
Stroking my kitty.