the story emerges - untold secret beautiful tales
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My words come to you softly,
beckoning your gaze, pleading
gently. Like the sweet aroma of
cinnamon on a lover’s breath,
I entice you to taste of me.
Let my wings of refuge cover you.
Shelter yourself in my abiding shadow.
Listen as I whisper your name;
heed not the brazen language
of the siren’s seduction, sweet
lips that open to a shallow cave of
ravenous slaughter.
I wait for you.
I weep for you.
You hear my voice, indistinguishable,
cloaked in silence that you despise.
Tuck yourself away; masquerade and
camouflage as you wish.
My yearning for you will not be silent.
Erect your screen and don your shroud;
your hood and beard
conceal nothing from me.
My light reveals your silhouette.
Every contour of your body I know
and identify with desire.
Your heart lies bare at my feet.
Cover it as you will, even the angels
are aware of my proprietorship.
How long will you deny my claim?
How long must I await your assent?
Gladly I tarry. My want for you wanes not
as I whisper my name into your ear,
even as you turn to face another.
As you sojourn, I remain beside you,
ever watching for the day you reach for me,
turning your eyes toward me at last,
finally discovering the depths of my intent.
Even now you hear me as my voice
comes in velvet twilight, covers you with
misty stillness, comforting, shading, even in
sleep I call you, call you slightly, tirelessly.
Can you hear me?
(by 'bluesandbarebones')
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flights of thought to where only you know
find me here, i've landed. show me your arms, your own set of wings. i need to see them
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When you are at a cross road in your life, you are at a point of choice. Each choice has an element of either the past which will repeat itself; the other is the pending future that you have desired. One is familiar and easy, but the other takes courage and belief…in yourself. ~Carolyn Greenleaf
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