Jump to content
  • Welcome!

    Register and log in easily with Twitter or Google accounts!

    Or simply create a new Huddle account. 

    Members receive fewer ads , access our dark theme, and the ability to join the discussion!

     

Caption this pic...


Zod

Recommended Posts

I come to you to help me forget

The brutal and barren world that surrounds me.

I come to you to help me remember

The parts of myself that I have buried and cannot uncover on my own.

Like a desert, my body feels scorched and desolate;

Tightly-strung sinews stretch between sun-bleached bones.

Parched and thirsty,

I want to dig a deep well in this arid land.

I am lost and I am seeking the oasis:

This internal haven that I know is here, but cannot find.

I want to be veiled in your paisley sun-warmed sheets,

Anointed with a caravan of aromatic oils:

cloves, eucalyptus, and lavender.

As you begin to stroke and knead your fingers

over my ravaged terrain,

A flood of memory rises from the reservoir beneath:

A hidden wellspring flows

to slake and refresh my thirsty soul.

Your hands lay out a banquet of many delectable flavors,

My body eagerly feasts at your table.

I breathe deep and then deeper,

The tides of my breath rise and fall

like the wind over hot sand.

You are Scheherazade, your fingers spin mesmerizing tales.

I sway beneath your palms and drift

into foreign and forgotten places.

My thoughts skip like a stone,

Skimming the watery edge of the vast sea of my unconscious mind.

My body forgets and remembers, and I sigh with pleasure.

In this verdant sanctuary

Pain, like a mirage, has dissolved.

I shed my dry and armored skin like a snake,

I forget the brutalities of the world, and

I remember the peace and solace that are always within.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Archived

This topic is now archived and is closed to further replies.


×
×
  • Create New...