inner spaces: Silence

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Silence

I long to hear
the sound of your voice
drip into every cell,
bringing me to life.

I long to hear
the sound of silence,
rub in the pain
of what is.

I learn to flow
between the two shores
of longing and being.

If you stop by some day,
and listen to my whispers,
you will know
how to get to the other side.

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there is a place,
a sanctuary,
somewhere inside,
where I can rest
without clothes,
without mascara,
without painted lips
singing staccato songs,
and waxed skin glowing
in its unnatural perfection,
where I am there
for my eyes only,
without mindless wanderings,
without seductive snares,
without violating what I love most,
without settling for anything less
than who I am and want to be,
where I can speak with my own voice,
not waiting to be received or extolled,
where I can stand
in front of my heart's desire
and not twitch a muscle or breath,
where I can hold and burn in the fire
of my own wildness and maverick self
unleashed without walls and checks,
where I can claim my gifts,
my humanness,
and a lifetime of stories
waiting to be heard and released
into the orgasmic mystery
of all that is and isn't me,
for my eyes only.

come with me....
...as I take you there....

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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Silence

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