and under gilded blue
sweet shadow of what might yet be
damp ambition
none escape its serenade
so wrap around and sing along
send out the call
and the answer will be
– Lola Moi –
landscapes and bridges…
enchantment that lasts…
Can the purpose of a relationship be to trigger our wounds? In a way, yes, because that is how healing happens; darkness must be exposed before it can be transformed. The purpose of an intimate relationship is not that it be a place where we can hide from our weaknesses, but rather where we can safely let them go. It takes strength of character to truly delve into the mystery of an intimate relationship, because it takes the strength to endure a kind of psychic surgery, an emotional and psychological and even spiritual initiation into the higher Self. Only then can we know an enchantment that lasts.
― Marianne Williamson ―
intimate bliss…
as deep as…
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
– Shakespeare –
sharp dressed man…
Silk suit, black tie
And I don’t even need a reason why
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
Cuz every girl’s crazy about a sharp dressed man…
we say…
This is what we say:
There is nothing special about the way you make me feel.
A thousand thoughts have done it before.
There is nothing unique about the way you touch me.
A million dreams have done the same.
At least
this is what we say.
This is what we say
when the clouds shield moon from stars
and her from him
or him from her.
This is what we say
and we’re not wrong
as long as we say we’re right.
And as long as we stay in the clouds
we stay blind.
No matter the thousands or millions before
or after
we stay and never move.
This is what we forget:
We forget what moved us was his smell
after a day in the world without you.
We forget what moved us was her smile
how her touch found you in the forgotten secrets of your skin.
We forget how contentment feels listening to her voice
and feeling his hand take yours.
We forget that we can ask.
We forget that we can Be.
We forget that we can confess.
We forget that we are one another’s need.
We forget
that we are unlike any other
yet wholly like the other
entirely ourselves.
Matched.
Lost and found
until we find our way again.
I want.
I need.
I desire.
Yes.
I accept.
At least
This is what we say.
– Lola Moi –
what you don’t understand…
a promise worth keeping…
This breath between us is for the givingness of time.
This look between us is the click-click of heels – someone’s, not mine.
This touch between us, a moment quickly forgotten.
This imprint of your kiss, stolen.
This breath between us is the forgiveness of time.
We will go forward reaching back.
We are blind even as we hope, with each whisper
We will become what we deserve.
– Lola Moi –
O for a muse…
