Burning

Over and over I try to write 

of the passions flowing through my veins

my heart bursts

memory aflame 

it's maddening

how the fire burns

low, and deep

unsatisfied

la

you devil

you absolute devil

there's no one like you

no one

the frisson from connecting our bodies

and souls

is burned into me

memory of a flame

that builds when we are together

la

you devil

burning this desire into my soul

making me ache

and fantasize

remembering our nights together 

and days

and time in between

it's a sweetness, that I can almost taste

a feeling

I can almost capture

you devil

making me burn

Exploring the Wilderness

There is something whispering to my soul

it has always driven me

made me pause

listen

and search for the source

the beating of my heart

blood coursing through my veins

it's a wild, untamed thing

when I stand under magnificent trees

the wind blowing through the leaves

I feel it

grand waterfalls as well

there's a power in this world

that moves through us all

and when I'm near you 

I feel it too

Can you feel it? 

Our breath moves together

as we clasp each other

hearts beating

skin tingling

bodies aching

blood coursing

your scent 

and mine

together

the quiet of the room 

interrupted

it's wild, untamed

magnificent

kinetic

and I pause

to look at you

and feel you near

looking up 

into your eyes

trusting

there is power in your kiss

it has always driven me

to the edge 

of madness

every inch of you

drives me wild

Sometimes

It's enough to like what you like and get done what you get done.

I sometimes need a reminder of this. 

I look at all the many possible paths I could take, hobbies I could do, and sometimes I think I'm pretty boring.

So I'll put in extra effort to be more interesting, which is exhausting. I end up lost in a place I don't really understand.

So I reclaim my story, my unique oddness, and dust it off. In doing so I discard my ill fitting impersonations. 

And pick up all those interesting bits of myself, that I discounted before.