Get Lost Together.

That your lips and your moans should be enough to mask the deafening drumming of your guilt. Your self-loathing. Your preconceived notion of safety.

But when your limbs have lost their strength to hold onto the body of the other, what will keep you bounded then?

I have stayed outside your home for too long and have borne the echoes of your frightened screams drowned and masked by the passion of the stranger you fool yourself into loving... or you fool yourself into thinking is immune to loving. That's where your notion of safety fails.

Discover that continent then while you profess to your motherland that there is no love in the discovery of its contours and moods.

Just pure savagery.

(As purely a savage as you... )

Does His Armor Shine, Wook?

So speak of him in rhyme then.

Tell me of his soul that I may somehow strengthen my faith yet again...

Hiding Place.

Perched on a ladder that leads to nothing but a wall
I have been waiting for you.
Too long.
Too long in the shadows.
Too weathered and sad the lonely rungs.
Find your way through the thick green, love;
For I long to dance in my mother's wild garden,
in my dress of blue.
Loneliness is not a good playmate.
Not when it seeks...
And I hide...

So Now...

It comes to a point where it's no longer about waiting for you to start being a man...

... but for me to stop being a woman.

Refocusing.

Had a "wake-up call" this evening.

I've been losing my focus... shame shame.

I need to retrace the path to the point where I somehow lost it.

:)

My Ever-Pulled-Up Mouth...

Through anything and everything,
more so now,
I shall remain a faithful hopeful...
And a faithful advocate of Happiness.:)

I shall attract it... always.:)