The greeting

Touch me............hold me.........press my skin against your skin. Tickle my neck with your warm exhales in a still moment of tranquility allowing energies to entertwine and i inhale from behind your ear. Embrace me with your spirit as we stand hip to hip chakras aligned.....Kun-Da-Li-Ni...Rise........explore the terrain slowly freely free me from my own thoughts squeeze me release me by our bodies never part.....it is an art.......Picasso, Salvador, Basquiat. Press your lips to mine, saliva--white wine intoxicate my viens as the flush rushes to my skin......breathe out......breathe in........whisper loving thoughts in vulgar inappropriate words placing hands on appropriate curves and grip......bite.....tease......lead........

the apple

When it comes to him my mind gets murky emotions get muddled in a mental purgatory somewhere between love and hate, I hate to love but love to hate, wait that's not right......When it comes to him I despise and desire the same thing confused at the duality of my sane brain cause it's a strange thing when snow white desires the euphoria of the same opiate intended to steal her life, love kills slow, so engulfed in the high not realizing she sleeps and times passes lookin at hell with rose colored glasses flashes of reality and steps in ashes, he dwells there, in the pits of his own insecurity unsurerity and doubt too afraid to admit desire so he chooses to do without, salvation comes in many forms love inspires us to be better soaring to new heights but only for those brave enuff to take the leap---yet he who hesitates at the cliffs often slips into the ravine, he dwells there, alone in fermenting pain of his own soul bruises and cuts from previous jumps but he still, secretly, wishes to feel the freedom of flight, at night he stares at the walls confined by gravity alone with his thoughts--alone with his heart---alone with his want---cinematic memories taunt him at the hours of true solitude pretending his problems are external the reason for his shifting moods, he is a fool tormented by his own stupidy or prisoner of his own caution, often I think the mask we create for acception often increase the deception to the point where we fool our selves, thank goodness Adam ain't have that when Eve bit he said pass that,even against god he gotta be where his other half at, but these days nobody wants ribs, niggas like chicken..... Until that's all there  is to eat, When it comes to him he owns a piece of my soul, I demand it back he tightens his hold he loves me like an infection a kiss to prick the skin then it bubbles and it grows and starts spreading like a fire from within he knows this and uses it as a weapon, silently I am aroused at his arrogance outwardly appearing unaffected. that kiss is the mark of death i am now a wounded gazelle straggling on the serringehti  at sundown ..... Yet I find myself looking up at him from a place of passion asking how did I get here??....again?? He asking self the same, in a silent moment baring naked flesh face to face chest to chest hip to hip.......we breathe.......a phone rings.......When it comes to him I see all that is good and bad in myself multiplied by age  divided experience and complicated by lies,  we had enuff tries we had enuff goodbyes but we never had enuff "us" cause he had too many "I "s regret is a cancer the answer to an empty hole in the soul created or inflicted by not being brave enough to be your best in a moment life calls you to do so