Quieted Storms

Riptides of shivering oneness
Encased within your warmth
Each wave heightened, lightened
Deeper under your restraint
This undeniable embrace
Hold my hands, my hips
Dear
Tighten my hair in your palm
God…
Please hold me within you
Under your strength I give no qualms
Hushed words melt my name
I arch with each murmur
Into you.
Seemingly open with such grace
Long since starved I pull you through
You give and take
So selfish
That your selflessness becomes
One with my greedy body
As I take and give
What I want
Waves are surrendered to
Breath is grasped
In mid-air
Words….
There is no language
Bare bodies are what I hear
Tangled we rest for moments
Quieted storms echo in my ears
While the thunder of
Your heartbeat
Keep wet showers always near
Until those waves rise on me
Slowly with you rolling over me
A soft stone
Under your hands
A solid stone though
You will be
There is no want or waiting
Patience….
Not tested in your hands
I would beg
If midstroke
You asked me
But God,
I’m thankful that you don’t.
Move me under
And over your aching
Fill me with that distant need
Release those wants and demons
Until I
Am all you see
Then when you move again
Finally…
From the pleasured tightened grasp
Revel in the sweetness made
In your embrace
Is what we have

--Diva

Tumbleweeds

My morning coffee in this side café
Brings comfort, lost comfort
Not completely lost on me
Russian thistle blown along
Collected on fence lines
By strong winds song
So many thorns and dried up sage
We can only burn them
Out of the way
To make room for comfort
Room for new life
Room to grow on this lonely highway.
I ride the fences and prune
I mend these busted sections
For I cannot mend you
And none of these are rot proof.
Rusted nails and cracking wood
Weathered in time, aged for good
Worn colors of rainy grain
Worn cold and dry some love remains
But each day is picked up by the wind
Slivers briskly taken and spin
Etching gouges in my fence
Deep lines in my life, the slow resent
Tumbleweeds rolling past
Sharp and dry
I haven’t seen one since
My broken fences let you
Roll with them.

--Diva

So Close

I wanted to be beautiful
I wanted to be loved
I wanted someone to smell my skin
And run their fingers through my hair.
I needed to be touched.
Inside, where no one had
Understood and admired
And held when I am sad.
I longed to see the view
From a pedestal of admiration.
And hear true whispers of lust.
I wanted to mean something
Enough worth fighting for.
Be important enough to keep safe.
Precious and sweet to another one.
My God, I came so close.

--Diva