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I became whole and completely disintegrated when your soul washed over mine.
Tag: Longing
Beautiful Dream
Laying here thinking about you Open my eyes There you are before me Is this a dream? I never want to wake up Your eyes look straight into mine Brown in brown, earthy, perfect A slight smile Is that love I see reflected back? Your hand reaches out Pushes a lock of hair from my […]
Dark Embrace
I can feel them, the icy cold hands, my inner demons. They’ve taken a hold and are pulling me down. I don’t think I can fight them this time. I’m not strong enough. Not only am I not strong enough but the old doubts have risen with them as well. What’s the point? What’s it […]
A Journal for Damned Lovers
Days without you in them are barely days at all. Almost doomed to repeat and stagnant for I want every kiss in the morning with you and every cuddle good night. I want to be your countertop lunchtime hug and mid afternoon on my knees snack. I want you to see a ping from me, […]
Night Owl
There’s an owl that lives on my property and he’s out there hoo-hoot-hooing all night long and I wish that for a night or two I could become an owl myself and sit in higher branches than he and see exactly what he sees. I wonder if his beautifully haunting call strikes terror in the […]
Fields Under a Blue, Blue Sky
Foot on the fence post Looking out on the land The sky seems bluer these days She told me she loved me With her dying last breath Seventeen years, today Back when I was young and alive Stars and dreams on the horizon Me and Molly kept on without her Sunsets never look the same […]
Comet
stars sail across the sky as they fly by I snatch their tails a trail of glitter left behind and my hair a comet’s tail it’s bitter cold but the lights are so clear from up here I wonder why I didn’t grab hold sooner tara caribou | ©2020
One Word At A Time
And so we begin this affair of the soul-blown heart. Words written long ago, long before the meaning was fully known. Embedded now in flesh that once was stone we rise and seek its very taste. Its gentle ways caressing, lighting the path before us. Illuminating hidden signs like a beautiful star kissing the precious […]
Raining underneath REBLOG
Another gorgeous piece by Mark Ryan, one of my absolute favorite writers of all time. Underneath. Down here where it’s calm. Where the black beauty of the abyss touches my feet. All is quiet. All is still. I’m entombed as if in a coffin. Locked forever in my own space Controlling the promise of my […]
Heart-Shaped Puzzle
Sometimes I want a hand gripping my wrists as you penetrate my core with vicious thrusts, bared teeth, and filthy words. To be ripped apart for your pleasure, which is also mine. But there are times, too, when I want you to say I’m beautiful, even though I don’t believe it, but just to know […]
