Slow dance

Sitting by the wall, music pumpin' and thumpin'
    Speakers massaging my heart with the dark bass beat....sounds of India Arie'ss Brown Skin wrap around me and force my eyes to close and my body involuntarily rocks back and forth.

      Suddenly tendrils of warm breath kiss the nape of my neck. I feel his hand at the small of my back. He leans in and whispers in my ear. Over the music I can't even hear what he says. I don't need to.
I inhale...warm spice and desire...he takes my hand and slowly leads me to the middle of the floor.

Synchronicity
        I get lost. There's no need to think, just to feel. My body willingly lets him take me wherever he wants to go. Dipping and swaying

"Every time I let you in
Abracadabra magic happens as we swim
Higher and higher finally we reach Heaven
Come back to earth and then we do it all again, yeah.."

  .....then the music ends, my eyes slowly open. 

Damn, still sitting alone 

                           by the wall.

Pandora Esperanza~

Water Through My Fingers

In the beginning was God and the word was with God....He created man, and so that man was not alone He in his infinite wisdom created woman...man, borne of the earth, but woman born of bone, both a creation of the Divine.

The DNA of the beginning calcified like rock into her very being. to search for the other, the missing, I am the flesh of your flesh.

But I am borne of the Angelic and the earth made bone.

Somewhere in the ether is the missing piece of my soul. When I thinks it's within my grasp it slips like water through my fingers. 

Is it my destiny to search through eternity always wanting but never finding....

each of my chakras wanting to connect to the one for which I was created...broken and abandoned waiting to be filled by the "I Alone", my other half....the bone of the bone.

I am Nephilim....child of heaven and earth, carnal flesh and divine....I am corrupt in my desire.... wanting your flesh. skin to skin, piel de piel.

Pure in the intention of my heart's desire, to hold only that which you can give...but it slips like water through my fingers.

Intoxicated

Staring into its depth,
mesmerized by the swirling amber colored past.
I drink the memory of what could have been...
burning as I swallow it down past the back of my thoughts...

Battle Scars

Etchings , patiently carved into what is left of my soul. The scarred map of my journey,traversing the labyrinth of you.
Twisting, turning...misleading.

Conspiritorium

Weightless......
Floating........

Deprived of all things, wrapped in.....darkness.....silence.....time.

Immortal Love

My soul is draped in the blackest of shrouds
My heart is cold, my skin is like ice.....
My eyes are lifeless.

Through the darkness you find me, you lift me.
I feel the warmth of your touch, you kiss me.

In Your Eyes

This was a poem that I wrote years ago, I actually think that it was my very first one. I was late one night and I was up studying, everyone else was asleep. I had been going through a challenging moment in life and out of no where these words started dancing through my spirit, my heart, my mind. My son Mikal calls it your "Sha Na Na". I posted this in an online forum that I had years ago, so consider this a re-post. 


In Your Eyes

I had never known it....
Or was that I could not see it.....
I peered into the very recesses of my being, but it always seemed to escape me, elude me.