LOOK LUSH

Heal Living with intention demands observation of our lives from above It requires looking carefully at the things we don’t want to perpetuate Consciously unpeeling the layers of perception and applying an upgraded lens to our chosen reality First we look at the wound however old it may be hear its tales by walking along its lines until we are able to see a scar as utter beauty Midst of a Trigger Look at the trauma trite or tough allow the very next look to be the emotions triggered by same similar events Healing begins when whimper becomes waltz Dawdle Sometimes when my lashes first flutter dreamy musings of her dilly-dally between my ears behind my eyes slip away to wishes for her hips within reach to sniff savor devour Inappropriate Noises I miss her hands taunting me with word, image, vid Simple grasps of leather steering conjure grips on hips knuckles decidedly strong resisting flames, night, shade, and distilling my raw edges The scent of sun-speckled skin Stretches of tawny perfection over cachéd curves seethe, lurch, snarl Guttural depths of lungs incite unbounded exploration Gentle whimpers, outright yelps her vocal folds whispering my name Lost in lust, stuck and slipping between her folds, undulations, delicate arches blind by candlelight palpating walls of the most delicious desert ravine on any plane yet tapped mired in magic of mirage fantasy of future scenes, dreams dissipate Blues swallow me whole eclipsing solitary stuffed olives Secrets shaken, spilled upon clawed vinyls scribbled, crammed, suspended Looming in odd lots of empty bottles