I’ll scream LIGHT into your bruises…
You can stand on the cliff of my heart
and shout nothing but ugly through me
I promise all I will echo back is
“Beauty, beauty, you have always been beauty.— Andrea Gibson —
shift to reverse…
uncharted…
antiphony (or, let the tide be)…
Dear Sir,
There are things that other people see of me and there are things I’ve only allowed you to see. On your own, you have fought through the dense jungles of my ancient fears and scaled the slippery crevices of my shy and neglected minstrel heart. My mind, you have undressed with the simple act of waiting for me to speak; each pause with you has been a crystal drop of clean water. Despite my seemingly brazen ways, my bold curiosities, and aching candor, I have danced quietly in the corner – waiting for you to see me. And accept.
For you to open your mouth and fit me inside… this is not a simple act. It is revolution. Each time your tongue has warmed me has been a cautious step towards trust. I would never have thot you might be the vessel holding me with gentle, parted lips sucking me dry of worry. Your eyes. Each look between us is ache and inside your mouth I sing – with finger tips, toes that are too long, soft nipples buoyantly hard.
Wrapped inside your tongue I moan secrets only you will hear. My clit harmonizes with your suckles and dips and swirls. My hands in your hair, digging into your shoulders– back, pulling you close to keep our melody strong.
Sliding along your warm teeth I trace the sharp edges that might one day soften into a kindred kind of adoration some might even call love. Each smile, a gift of friendship. (All of it a version we might call our own, anyway.) Each nibble along the length and curves and folds of my secret-self is a gift I have given… and you, with your sweet mouth, a door left open. If only I could stay.
Smittenly Yours,
Lola Moi xo
ode to the midnight hour…
And here is where I wait
Here
Where fading sky soaks coarse skin that life has made
My mould of bones in its exalted search aches
When
Under darkened leaves I drink you in
You your soft heart to touch to truth like water
– Lola Moi –
balances…
In life
one is always
balancing
like we juggle our mothers
against our fathers
or one teacher
against another
(only to balance our grade average)
3 grains of salt
to one ounce truth
our sweet black essence
or the funky honkies down the street
and lately I’ve begun wondering
if you’re trying to tell me something
we used to talk all night
and do things alone together
and I’ve begun
(as a reaction to a feeling)
to balance
the pleasure of loneliness
against the pain
of loving you
– Nikki Giovanni –
(don’t) call it what you like…
And in the end, we were all just humans,
drunk on the idea that love, only love,
could heal our brokenness.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald –
sea full of pearls…
L
isten, O drop, give yourself up without regret,
and in exchange gain the Ocean.
Listen, O drop, bestow upon yourself this honour,
and in the arms of the Sea be secure.
Who indeed should be so fortunate?
An Ocean wooing a drop!
In God’s name, in God’s name, sell and buy at once!
Give a drop, and take this Sea full of pearls.
– Rumi –
tested, by the force of the tempest…
I walk slowly to myself,
through a forest of empty suits of armour.
– Tomas Tranströmer –
