Update from the front, on the battlefield of Love
: to add (an area or region) to a country, state, etc. : to take control of (a territory or place)
1: to attach as a quality, consequence, or condition
2 archaic : to join together materially : unite
Somehow you became annexed
within the house of my heart.
I spent one evening with you
that ended with us lying in bed,
entwined in each other’s warm arms.
That night I soared
on wings of sleep
through a rambling series of dreams
in which you made me laugh,
entertained me with anecdotes
and did not leave me.
I woke the next morning
to find you had moved in
to my inner world.
Now you are dwelling within me
like a part of myself
and I do not know
if I am dreaming you
or you are dreaming me.
I could write this poem again today
It was like a taste that appeared on my tongue,
the sumptuous taste of sex with you,
Suddenly that taste filled my thoughts
and I savored it within my mouth,
my appetite whet
to feast upon you.
To eat you.
I was sitting up in bed,
but I lay back into the pillows.
Subtle fabric of desire
covered me like silk,
and I luxuriated in imagining the sensual fibers
of our bodies sown together in tautness,
in delicious pleasure.
I could have drowned
in those opulent thoughts
of fucking you.
My nipples became hard like pearls,
between my thighs I was wet like the sea.
I rode the waves of sensation
as they broke over me,
to the shore
of my bed.
Your dream penetrates me so hard sometimes,
touches me deep inside.
You arouse me so much in those moments
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I weave a God’s Eye
with the strands of my aching heart.
straining to see with the vision of the unseen,
the construction of this wayward pattern,
this painful unravelling.
I dwell inside the dreams of others like a tenant does in an apartment,
renting a small space in which to live.
These walls are not what I would have wished them to be,
if they were mine
I would paint them differently.
I seek solace in myself.
Within my void,
truth rearranges itself,
refining the movements
of its delicate shadow dance,
turning and shifting
with changing gradients
Like the caterpillar in the cocoon,
I am formless,
a nascent fledgling of raw possibility,
just hoping to someday
become a butterfly
and fly free.