Threads

With thin threads of possibility
we dream of seas of affection.
With spectrum's of beautiful emotion
Like lovely pleasing fine filigree.

Let others judgment wash away
and hatred stay at bay
and cruel intentions wither
in weak souls of darkness
jealous, lost and bitter,
where they are blind
to their own decay
with arrogance inclined.

The persecution that
intends to break us
still continues what
makes us strong.

In dreams of tomorrow
no sorrow or turmoil permeates
the bliss and blessing shared and
the perseverance of faith and light
that bind us together unimpaired.

This is dedicated to R~

Feather

Lets muse for a moment

on what could be.

Sweet sensual

reverie.

I’m thinking of you and I.

The flower of your affection

and of dancing

on the curves of your flesh

and tracing a sultry path
to those sensitive secret places.

The passion of our want

and

the

dreams of feathered touches. 

Sweet dreams

Me

I am everyone and I am no one 

I am everything you have desired.

You’ve known me in your dreams,

held me in your heart

and hidden me in your secrets.

You see me on the streets of the market

And wonder.

 Yes, it is possible. 

Find me

And

Find a dance of romance and desire

yours and mine. 

Be warned though

I will always only be

A fantasy

And never a reality.