Northern Lights vs. Southern Cross

Flickering enchantment. Chase it. You won’t believe it.

Gone by the time you arrive. Tantalised by the promise, unfulfilled.

Bright celestial body. Constant. Mapped.

Captured by another. A butterfly displayed in a jewelled case.

Fixed in place never to be shifted. Right there, but not here. 

Stuck on the equator. Between the Poles. Magnetic opposites attract.

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Flights of fantasy

f16cffa09bf0d47c175416cdebadc59bIf I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?

In my head, fantasies and frolics jostle for space amongst the mundane thinking required for daily life. My fantasies fight with one another to get my attention and then prick at physical sensations, reminding me that they could be real if I allowed them to be.

I love to know what other people think about, its a big thing for me. I want to know what he is thinking when we’re making love – even if he’s not thinking of me. I want to know what is in your head whilst you watch, or read my words. I wonder, are you the same as me?

I want to feed my own thoughts, allowing them to trickle between the gaps of my consciousness, stored for another time or to melt into the here and now. Maybe it’s just something for me to write about further, or act out if I get the chance. The mind is a powerful thing. It needs feeding – so tell me.


Teaser and the Teased – with thanks to Liverpoolmunky76

 

 

Nothing Gold Can Stay – Robert Frost

Natures first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold. 

Her early leaf’s a flower; 

But only so an hour. 

Then leaf subsides to leaf, 

So Eden sank to grief, 

So dawn goes down to day 

Nothing gold can stay.

This is my favourite piece of poetry. I know it by heart, and I am reminded of it in many different situations. Quiet walks, lonely nights and also the best of times. 

My dreams are causing mixed emotions this week which is why I think this poem came to mind. 

The innocent bystanders look on as I want to walk down the path but there’s no right of way. It’s like they knew everything but never told there was another route. I’m bathed in gold in the dawn, but day brings me back to reality and nature’s cycle starts again. It’s a cycle I don’t want to break, for those few hours of gold are precious, even if I can’t follow the path I wanted.

That’s my random rambling for today. Maybe it’s too much/not enough coffee? 

Eve

You seek forgiveness for your sins,

Yet the taste of Eve’s apple lingers between the hemispheres of lust.

The serpent entwines us,

My porcelain skin bristling with desire for the touch of your dark hands, longing for pleasure to carve deep into my void.

My dew glistens along our invisible bonds,

You watch from afar,

Temptation takes hold.

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