Breathe In Red

No coaxing
No bribing
Freely
Honestly
Openly giving
Heart in hand
Believing two hearts
Create one in love
One
Already ready
The second
Not entirely accepting
Unexpectedly pausing
In elongated darkness
‘I do love You’
Unseen eyes
Chest pounding
Humbled soul
Realizing
This Love not to devour
But to caress and hold

Here I am!
Am I here?
I am here.

Two days past
Going on three
Boxed up anger
Ignoring loneliness
Distant from You my mind races
Stationary in my emotion
Breathe on me once more
Caress my breast
Let me rest
Heavy heart waits
Faithfulness just a request

Embracing and loving
Desiring to see me cry
My world an entire mess
And he still wants inside
A sensor if there ever was one
Busting at every seem
Thought I sewed them all up tight
Until he fought against me
Pushing
Pulling
Digging deep
Afraid he won’t like what he sees
Can’t run now
Used to do that for fun
Forced to look at a face
All my own

How my heart moves
Through intuitive indecision
In-side-out
Up-side-down
Many want off
I say
Let’s go another round
On this roller coaster ride
Crafting new loops
One in front
One from behind
My husband is God
So crazy
It’s undefined
His Bride
In love
Butterfly affection
Transferred
Vivid cold connection
Honeymoon is over
Surface forced to uncover
We learn
All of what we dislike
In marriage
Truth shines bright
All present
Still existing
Impossible to reverse
What Meyume* is creating

*Asterisk word(s) are found on the glossary page.

Bursting excitement
Discover
Uncover
Skin silently screaming
Go ahead
Steal a peek
Have a gander
Explore
What He adorns
In all its pleasure
Not one
Or two
But more than a few
His names
Hebrew and Greek
Wondering
What does this mean?
Moving round
On the way down
Seeing stars
Double triangular points
1    2    3
Creating the perfect trinity
Elated
Astounded
Grabbing for the tush
Pause
Surprise
A dancer
Made of fire
Breathe in Red
Giggles fill the head
Seeking not over
One still exists
Written in black
A poem upon the back
Each for Him
This one most of all
Thirteen words
Of a language
Holy enthralled

Theologian’s Dream
Naked
Desiring to be seen
Stifled
We stand and scream
Loose these clothes
From this horrid scene
Walls enforced
Beginning to lean
Dig harder
Don’t let go
Not just yet
Affection yearning
You burning
Freaked out by my
Dangerous nature
I ask:
‘What do you see?’
You reply:
‘A statue of God’
My life is not sin free
But allow my body to serve
Your theologian dream

Life imitating art
Imprint visualized
Then encarved*

*Asterisk word(s) are found on the glossary page.

On this occasion
The dream found me
Hated inception
Accepted explanation
Masses distinguishing generic beauty
Fantasized falsehood starving for truth
His genuine eye possessing sole validity
Softly planting in love
A long feared venomous beast
Meyu* presently speaking
Low
Humble
But intensely
Sensuous and rich
“Be My Cobra”
“My beautiful striking Queen Cobra”
Eloquently mesmerizing wandering affection
Not understanding
Who or what to ensnare
You want to be alone
But never lonely
Endangered
Outside intruders step forward
Seize patience My Queen
Contact of the utmost importance
Entrance the onlookers
Slowly remove their covers
Nakedly clothed
Beautifully erect
Hold your stance
Eye meeting eye
Study
Prey
Expand your gorgeous hood
They move closer
Move not
They touch
Feel nothing
Coil round
Seductively flexible
Weave
In
Out
Over
Under
Sizing up
Faultless imperfection
Hissing scent
Cold blooded body
Rushing in heat
Attentive to feed
Fangs openly greet
Paralyze
Suffocate
The hardest of hearts
Wrap tightly
My slithering Bride
One last squeeze
Then just slither bye
Gain ground
Going blind

*Asterisk word(s) are found on the glossary page.

At her birth
No one knew
But Me
I planned out the intricate moment
They would sprout
Not a guess
Nor a wonder
Then I made
Red peek out her ponder
Smooth and vibrant
Veiled in peach fuzz
A golden rouge glow
Made quite the buzz
The first in generations
For mother and father
I created this one unique
Taking a little extra time
When I pleased
Quiet with an observant eye
Subtle and shy
In the Genesis of life
Waiting patiently to be set free
Each lock growing
Possessing a wild streak
Golden Rouge thriving to seize
Flowing in their own accord
In passing inches
She wishes for curls
It wasn’t difficult
Nor did I second guess
As I wrapped
Every individual ringlet
Around the smallest hair on My chest
I tousled
I played
Gifted with color
Volume and strength
Enjoying the sight
I had made
However on this day
Our day
Frightened in anticipation
Preparing lock for lock
My Golden Rouge
Permits them all to drop
Crowned bald
I see
Beauty more beautiful

Entwined for two reasons
Melded in the mist
A changeling being
Imagine the swan
An ugly creature in the brink
The fluffy grey fowl of the water
Uncertain and overly sensitive
To each natural element
Wobbling left to right
Wide eyed searching
Searching for meaning
Searching for color
Extracting an illusion
A small puzzling portion
Of futuristic intrusion
Growth takes time
Takes effort
Allow the unexpected
Not to stifle
The moulting period of life
Beauty in sync
In an unbalanced
Tick tock on a clock
Awakening all the white
In the darkened light of night