Remain calm.
Cleanse your soul like you are forgetting everything, falling down a waterfall....
Falling into a painting
500 years old
still vibrant primaries and darker inky blues and blacks,
swirling light, fabric moving such as not seen in this world.

One day we went outside into the forest. It was dark, the clouds were like iron smoke but then the moon came up, the nighttime sun and filled our hearts with wonder.

We lit a fire and began to sign as the night-wood creatures joined in.
Dancing turned into Ecstasy as our movements became wild, shouting and becoming filled with the presence.

I flight
in a pink sky
that glows purple
pushed by a lightly breeze
that becomes storm
I taste
a slow pleasure
that becomes suffering
I feel
a growing need
that becomes instinct
I burn
of a flame
which becomes fire
I’m  consumed
by a hunger
that satisfies my senses
a passing wait
for  a throb of delight
here …
ecstasy
arrives!

I long to gaze upon your rugged beauty
Magnificent as you rise up
From soft flowing valleys
To collide with the clouds
Slate coloured eyes
Surveying everything beneath you
Dangerously calling me to conquer

I long to swim in your energy
Caught up in the waves of your emotion
Intoxicated by your ebb and flow
My sanity lost in your cadence
Throbbing in your tide
Adrift in the moment as you propel me
Back against the rocks

I long to lose myself in your radiance
As you hang suspended in a sea of stars
Calling lovers to worship
Powerless to resist your temptation
Assaulting my senses with romantic whimsy
Knowing that this soul awakening
Will soon cease to exist

I long to climb in your nakedness
Your skin rough against mine as I ascend skywards
Balancing on sunbeams
A vision caught in stillness
Stripped of colour
Waiting to be reborn
As Spring slowly warms our limbs

I long to watch you break free again
Flower heads bursting through cold cracked earth
Invading my wasteland with exquisite provocation
Observing from a distance
A future that could be
Captured in a heartbeat

I long to feel alive, rekindled, empowered
I long to smoulder in the flame of your eyes
Drown in a waterfall of passion
Soar like an eagle released from agony
Rising in ecstasy  
Knowing my fall will be softy broken

Lovelonging

I          Long          For          Love

(C) Pixievic 2016

The dark purity of the night, I lustily sought,
to juxtapose it with the exhilaration filling in me
seeing her lush,**** body's eager anticipation.

Each cell comes alive, in her libidinous embrace,
Her erogenous silken touches,blends with the satin sheen
of sheer black cover darkness unfurls one end to the other,
the  dreamy lighted spots, embellish the nightscape's  opulence.
Night, anointed us with the fluence of love, when our supple bodies,
entangled in the bed till we drunk slept, blissfully lost the world.

The ecstasy was profound
burning through limb and pore-
attached to the ground,
bound by its core.

Pulling away the joy
circulated through her form
smiling at the boy
now depleted and worn.

Spite contorted smiles
And lips
Drenched in green
Sought the satins that never
Satisfy – Sheets, fallen,
Wings, blistered,
And holes burnt through the
Bottoms of shoes.

So I pace myself parallel
The corner of one left
Eye, peripheral and
Gazing to the
Two-step-stumble
I now partake;
An answer to
Her dance with
Impending desire.

Me, being the reluctant,
Me, being the timid, the torrent
And soon to blow over.

I know I’ll leave,
She didn’t,
And more importantly,
I know she’d find home,
Discovered, empty
With little more than
Lint in pocket, abandoned,
Just one lonely shiver
And looking for warm.

So if my cold hadn’t taken over
Not quite yet,
I’d give her a
Blanket,
It’s the best I can do,
It’s all I can do,
But at least it’s
Something I can do.

There is always a longing bittersweet
euphoria when I spiral out of control in just a heartbeat;
when nothing is in my hands anymore,
a special kind of freedom that I have longed for.