I have jittery hands and a nervous laugh- one in the same
Loose emotions on the floor- to mop up and ring out- repeat
Mi amor, im out the door
Your besos sweet like honey- but never sticky
Skyscrapers of the jungle city- reaching for the moon- i hear the trees whisper love stories in the night
Cool grass between my toes- breezy kisses on my skin- the winking dew drops on the leaves
Tracing every curve and surface of your delicate pedals- smooth and cooling under my skin
Upon your request- my taste buds are exploding- to drink sweet nectar
To fulfill the natural blossoming desire, flowered by my intuition, an inclination
To bring sensation
your pretty little hands on my soul
dip your hands and touch the skies
pulsing your fingers into the stars
i was hiding through the mania
behind my forced smiles and empty hellos
remind me of what i was
who i was – no more
no longer the girl from yesterday- a memory of a thought
that lives beyond the boundaries of time and space
i have lived an eternity-
escaping the vision of the hand in the morgue
the disaster of my crisis – the death of she
the evolution of my essence- the bearing of all the lives
i have lived
paving the paths to the gardens of my soul
in spring i come home
Pain is something undesirable for everyone. It isn’t pleasant and does not bring joy. But I have come to the conclusion that I need pain.
Pain is necessary for growth. With pain I have learned to travel the paths that I have feared for so long.
I have learned things about myself that I did not know existed. Things I have always dreamt of. With pain I have fallen hard. An old piece of me has died.
Pain is not unique or different. But my own pain is unique because it is mine. Because my tears have felt the things no one else will know. These tears have freed my soul from my fears and lifted me.
I welcome pain into my life. I need it. Just as much as I need love.
My soul is more alive. More beautiful.
I have become the woman I have always needed to be. And I owe it all to my pain.