Bed of Orchids

The paradox of love is the devil.
Though he walks softly in the night.
He's abrasive like a hot kettle.
So I'm sure to hold him right.
His hands..
More gentle than growing petals
Reaching up in a shadowed incline.
His touch..
Like a burning water
Drop after drop under the moon shine.
He grips my hair; texture of a flower
In the garden, we stand, dead of night.
Him and I.
We are iridescent in this bed of shadows.
As are the orchids whom whisper from all sides.
The sound is heard by the soil.
The thought is peacefully intense.
I grip at the ground though it's nowhere to be found.
By the roots he has ripped my existence.

~ B

Dear Love I Forgive You

Captivated by the feeling
Of your soft lips as they center
Perfectly with mine
And we stand quietly
With our noses squished together
Our blood pulsing heavily
With fingertips longing for a moment
That lasted longer than what is always granted
I held this moment, Dear

In the morning I feel you against me
The sunlight is held back by nothing but a window
A pane we wish we could hide from
But I couldn't be happier
And you are quietly sleeping
Your eyelashes curl upwards
As your eyes trace the colors of
The back of your lids
And I couldn't be happier
Nor more afraid
To lose someone so soft and peaceful
Keep dreaming, Love

You awake to gather your mind
A few moments go by
I know you remember
That hot and cold balance
That fixed us into a
Slow rhythm of bodied time
I traced your heart in the sunlight
Which lead me to the lines on your palms
My gaze then reached
The depths of your eyes
Only for a moment
All of this in silence
As my mind tried to make sense of it
A feeling that I...I

I didn't know how to say it
So on a peaceful night we drove quietly
When we got home I kissed you
I held those lips far longer than I should have
Longer than it is was good for
I almost fell asleep like that
You know
And while you always seemed to test
The strengths of my mind
I never imagined that these moments
Would be something
I would have to forget
That you would be someone
I would have to... Forgive

I made you a promise
Above, beyond, to the top
My heart wept but I didn't speak
As you brought me back to the light
Laying in the depths of my soul
Our soul
It's me 
You said
The truth that rattled my inside
But only in the moments you were gone
The moments that would haunt me
When I would dream about You.

2/14/2013
~ B

My Mother

In my creator's heart she said a prayer
She lifted her mind as her soul unfolded
A predestined mother, like yours
A hero, a lover, a bearer of life.

The power of a woman
A person who is granted the choice
To bring new life to the Earth
Or to not add to the chaos.

Someone who will always be
Older, wiser, stronger
A moral compass for a weary child
An example of a path of kindness.

My mother, the carrier of burdens
For children who may lose direction
An assistant to lives she has granted
An angel and a guide.

My creator,
Someone willing to love unconditionally
Her decision was made
As she cradled a soft bundle of possibilities.

My mother, the one who never gave up
Who gave me a name
A story, a place, a mind
Half of my heart goes to my mother.

The rest she lets me keep
She says give it to the world
Be the change, be the light
All this, my mother gave me.

In days when I was alone
She was comforting
In days when I was distant
She was tender.

In her tears she gave me an apology
In her love she demonstrated forgiveness
In her laugh she showed me happiness
In her words she taught me manners.

All this and much more
Came from a woman with a choice
To bring a life, a mind, a heart,
A feasible reality to enjoy alongside her.

All of me at all,
Where my mind can reach depths of knowledge,
Where my soul can believe in compassion,
I am able because of my mother.

1/22/2013-1/27/2013
~ B