The #Presence, aspect of you I know..
Memory
There was once a situation where I couldn’t resolve my immediate desire, no matter what.
The only thing I had left to do was- to give up.
And because, there was no any-other there with me,
I had to give myself up to god.
Not to the Gods,
Ever since, a safe moment is a prayer I chant to myself, ‘My higher self saved my life.’
I don’t know what the situation was. I also feel that the situation doesn’t matter, in the end. What’s interesting most, is this: for one reason, or the other, my mind etches my spiritual monologues on its walls- at moments of clarity.
And why, does it do that instead of paint the emotion? Because emotions are scarce?–
I am quite sure the situation didn’t happen. But I also accept this fact that I hereby have evidence to prove it did.
At the very least I label it ‘memory’, and post it on my wall. It is beautiful. It will make perfect sense.
What’s next..
Presence
With your presence- I labour to define, to grab
a ghost, faint in form. I know exactly how you feel like, My shadow.. & where there’s no light, you are inside
And your space interflows within mine, shines through me- Embraces my mute form— a form perfect to yours,
Two from one mould.
My mind releases traces of movements coming by, The air around me enhanced, explicit,
My ancient- insistent vibrations,
Of memories, premonitions, wishful thinkings-
Of your presence moving, along side of mine.
Through a worn-out film, I almost see your ghost, Feel you stand there, behind me,
In front.. Following me like the air,
If I lay down, you lay,..
on top of me, or under my body, Longing for me, where ever I am.
To define a moment, as my body responds,
To my invisible thoughts, in the back of my mind,……
I almost see you move, near my skin, almost touching me. I expect more, I pray more..
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Piano
I struggle to make the piano awaken and rise. A momentary fluctuation- I feel. I let it in..
I feel it here.. & there,
Under my skin. I give it life,
Eroticism awakens, and nudges my sleeping soul, Senses heighten,
My body slightly quivers.
It feels like a slight touch, I say to me.
…I imagine your hand. I hear something, I look to my side,
And I see you in my mind,
on the divine, cosmic screen..
You’re giving me the inspiration.
I play the right notes..
And the piano unfolds a grand thought,..
Of your gentle thrusts.. Yes..
The energy you give me- guides my fingers,
I try to make sound to the love we are making- Together,..
You guide me.. And I ride you.. Shhh..
It’s so slow …and always,
All the way,
In & out— and deep, & Time is obsolete.
I can almost feel you. I can almost see..
As your warm hands, press my skin Holding me up,
You are firm with me..
You gently grab my Life..
Raising me up, energising my coiled— thread You hold by my waste,
I animate.. As I go up,
.. And you,
pull me down,
as you tenderly thrust.. Shhh..
The Presence, an aspect of you that I know.. – 10/25/13 11:59 PM / 4
It’s slow and we’re delirious.
It’s dark and the stars are watching their own reflections.
And they hear the piano rising with the coming rapture of light.. — And one moment, we succumb-
Pausing the emotion.
We’re over the threshold,
We yield to sensation.
Overcome by one another’s soliloquy,
Entranced by our own sonatas..
My fingers leave the piano,
As you hear it gasp it’s last note..
And as I hear the echo roll,
Away then back unto me. I invite it in,
The Energy, my gift to you.
The moment of giving is the moment of receiving, As I come down
As you thrust up,
and we collide
You’ll lock the key
….
…
..
Bringing paradise down to the ground,
We slowly come down.
And we sit still.
Pushing our forms, inside one body.
Hard..
And deep
So sweet.. The ecstasy!
..As I now rest my body and lean back on you, Disappearing into you.
As both our hands, unchained from life,
Made the piano awaken and arise..
Eroticism (from the Greek ἔρως, eros—”desire”) is a quality that causes sexual feelings,1 as well as a philosophical contemplation concerning the aesthetics of sexual desire, sensuality and romantic love. That quality may be found in any form of artwork, including painting, sculpture, photography, drama, film, music or literature. It may also be found in advertising. The term may also refer to a state of sexual arousal1 or anticipation of such – an insistent sexual impulse, desire, or pattern of thoughts.
