Ripples
Erotic Poetry
The space between us isn’t distance it’s a fuse an interval a truce something deliberate intentioned ———- not hunger more appetite ———- the way dry wood cries for a match air circulates but gets soaked up drawn in transformation enkindled alchemy —————— your cool and slow holding back a heat I already know not tease or torment transition warm breeze sunshine a summer high freedom looks like choice —————— you still excite me I can’t name it something unrushed I blush and remember how beautiful it is when someone’s heart touches your own you can’t escape it ———————- desire remains raging physical desire amidst the trees even in the shade my pull is to remove my clothes dazzle you like wildflower round your roots what’s rotting is replaced in spring by newness shift in purpose life sits in the embrace of change ——————- and sure there's moments I need to press my skin to yours to have you fuck me on all fours pull me through your open doors work me up and down turn me around behind me lips on my neck till I’m wrecked and begging I’m telling you seduce me once again confuse me I feel love in your hands but can’t hold it ——————- I say do it in your quiet, precise way steady me before you kiss me level with me before dissing me shame is shared history let me stay in your embrace my openness calls to you name it call it out rare precious years of wisdom holy I’m growing here isn’t that what love is? ———————- I’m a light with longing, sure hopelessly ready unapologetic reverence plenty my atmosphere, an honor that drives through dirt deep-rooted ————— filthy is just another form of expression ‘I’ll fuck you harder’ is a language l talk 5 languages The body is one honesty the richest language I know —————— I see you. I know you. down to the bone. you are mine; I am my own. —————- we breathe the same rhythm just a fraction apart, suspended strokes of my frantic heart may drive us apart and still I stay on the edge of this quiet room, waiting for your spark to meet my bloom I see you I really do —————— And then a familiar nothing I like it maybe? not rushing known alone is safe for you I get it no one to disappoint I can’t promise you wouldn’t disappoint me I’m firecracker too perhaps more so around you ——————- one more baby step. one touch. no air left to hold silence shattered liquid gold quiet reverence brilliant light consuming the room especially together like wild weather into the dark night ————— lighting strikes —————- your talent ignites I refuse to possess it but I confess sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be yours and you mine old fashioned love like oak old whiskey or fine wine?! And that is the lesson nothing crafted lasts it’s simply drank away the dregs stay form flavour next chapter laughter is an important factor hold the moments not the meaning it’s a reflection in water just ripples not who we are ———— I’m not ruined I want what I want and curiously I want you perhaps ?! I do because I can’t have you but mostly it’s because I don’t need a reason to love whom I love or justify that I do and that feels like freedom new, liberty to not question or know addictive for sure patterns, fractal I don’t need to fix it I trust all is as it should be always ————- And fun is divine run towards it ————- I ask nothing I let it be enough and in the rough that truth is a lost and languid power that looks like self-love too without the science words more messy also how lust is ! —————— be brave brave enough *‘to cut pieces of your soul off with a knife and weave them into a blanket’ for love spoken by a 13th-century poet so everyone would know it —————- letting others in is not sin daring courageously to go all in as some sit at the periphery gazing and some will spin gold yarn of the offcuts and wear it proudly —————— be still my beating heart prepared for love like that where deepest desire hides in fears house expose it just ghost imagined fear vanishes safety manages to hold hands across thresholds and into beauty not duty nature unravelling itself ————— bedroom abandon added to it sanctify living by giving body plus soul filled till I’m whole feeling the 'fuck' in it I merge love and desire I’m most dedicated to it no striving simple living in faith and in flow.
That line, "you are mine; I am my own," changed how I read everything that came before it. It feels like the poem isn't really choosing between love and freedom, it refuses to separate them.
I feel the longing but also the acceptance in this. It’s on the cusp but not quite there yet. It’s waiting. But it’s not. Who knows what the future holds.