The pain is your friend

When she comes, she comes from inside you.

Born of flesh and blood,

her touch is fire,

but still she sings straight through your soul,

life for life's sake

until all you feel is the Love.

what-ever

This is not a conversation, not my word against yours. This isn't something you can believe in, nor forget.

This is the truth, this is life, this is now, this is us, this is everything, yet still you want more.

precarious

Looking in your eyes I realised that the wall that separates us is razor thin,

but as difficult as it is to live with, to break it down would tear us both to shreds.

Precious

The hands of Life are large and strong.

his fingers stroke my heart to beat,

Bones and flesh stretching

around and about me

Empty of everything but time.

laying my soul down

quietened in feathered dreams

wrapped around God's little fingers

I breathe like wind to fly

downside up in open sky

Like this.

on growing a spine

The pressure builds from deep inside me,

in the dead of the night it pushes me onwards and into tomorrow.

Hard but not fast, an anchor to this heaving breath and flesh I believe in.

Giving substance to these dreams, structure to my vulnerability,

And A place to hang my head when everything else falls down around me.

never forget

I will wash my own blood from your hands with my tears.

You can take my body by force,

and you can break my heart if you want to,

But my soul is still mine to give and forgive

as it so pleases me.

Your Secret Novel

It's not that I can't read in-between the lines, it's that once I start I loose the original plot in the multidimensional reality of hidden subtext.