lifting the veil of nights silence

[Passionaria]

late at night
thunderstorm caresses hot earth
lightning pierces darkness
burning through my heart

the only sound
wind blowing
the thoughts in my mind

plants quiver reaching out
to be quenched
as does my heart

outside and inside feel the same tonight
synchronicity bringing me peace
this storm and I are one

rain begins to fall cool on my skin
giving life to earth
and my soul

removing my clothes
stretching my torso across the hood
of my neighbors car

feet spread apart
hips following the line of warm metal

face down
long wet hair flowing across red paint
rain beating down on my skin
stinging, cooling, cleansing

cool water quenching my lips
touching my eyes
massaging my shoulders
running from finger tips

following down the
valley of my spine
like a flash flood
and over the roundness of hips
caressing tenderness before
finding the inside of my thighs
and back to waiting earth

taking with it
this storm in me

entranced
cleansed
finally rising
amazed at the marks my lotion
has left
a woman's breasts
waist, hips
thighs
smeared onto the red paint
of my neighbors car
laughing softly, aye bendito
how is hy going to explain that

The story emerged from this poem.

[Passionaria]

The sacred feminine

This writing began as my space to touch sacredness, the sacredness of the feminine spirit. Goddesses, women, spirits, the earth, the moon, the oceans rivers, mothers giving birth to life, in animals, insects. We all hold a common bond. That which is feminine and it is here I return.

Today I need to talk about Love. beautiful sisters our hearts are worth so much, and even here where women "love" women there is so much confusion, so much unkindness, disrespect, gossip and even worse in my mind competition over Butches in the name of "love". Please. Be careful with your hearts. I see you waiting in line in the name of something. Not mine to name.

I don't know if anyone else goes through this but sometimes I want to scream from the depths of me what is a woman's heart worth in this world? What is a womans heart worth in this world? Can't you see me and the beauty and honesty I bring you? I may be naive, but I look around and so many times I just don't understand the way people behave......... Maybe in reality the only thing that matters is what my heart is worth to me.

This is to Oshun the goddess of Love.

Beautiful mother
spun gold shimmering
on the heart of life
universal force of attraction
you hold the universe together
with wanting
needing
attraction
bonding dancing atoms
of perception
energy
creating life
giving birth to life
shimmering in beauty
love the essence
of your breath
breathing the universe
into the dance of beauty
my heart is yours
my body is yours
I love you
I breath for the beauty
you create in life
I share that beauty freely
in your name
my heart pure
my intentions honorable
my dream to manifest your spirit
here on earth
in the name and love and beauty
I am your servant
wrap your essence around me
I call you into my heart
and breath you from my lips
drenched in honey
for the harshness of this world
is more than I can bare

&

[Passionaria]

Paths of healing
circles of light
do no harm
but protect yourself
standing with
boundaries firm
accepting that which nourishes
rejecting the rest
walking my path
sanctify myself
wishing you light and beauty
myself the same
drawing lines
boundaries
sacredness
peace and light

Passionaria

[Passionaria]

Your eyes search mine, without prejudice
your hearts desire etched sanguine over bronze
unveiled desire, no confusion
or burden of inaccessibility to bare
you, childlike render your heart vulnerable
eyes spirited, searching my soul
eager to find smiles
smiles, that I can't resist giving
you became precious to me
in that moment of true connection
no threats of past or future
only smiles that acknowledge
the sanctity of your being

[Passionaria]

sparked, the sensuous light of you
warms my heart like
a spring kiss curling over newly formed buds
then bursting open into fragrant orange blossom desires
fingers reach out tracing warm silken flesh
blood quickens and lips softness tingle alive
eyes tenderly engaged
this magnetic gaze
speaks the poetry of want
passion seduces forbidden
hungry lips confess succulent cravings
and midnight surrenders to a new morning
mmmm a delicious, Happy New Year indeed

[Passionaria]

Cat nap
dreams tease heavy eyes
and consciousness
whispers sweet nothings
to the summer breeze
sensuality the medium
calling sighs languid reply
a quick intake of breath
infuses oxygen's heady elixir
then kisses needs slow rhythmical exhale
finally submitting spirit adrift
to float through the veil
sweet surrender
impelling Technicolor visions

[Passionaria]

Rhinestones emit blue light
dancing from your neck
with each graceful movement

sparkling
juxtaposed against
your sky blue eyes
round moon like orbs
embedded into white silk

visions of you
evoke warm delight
in my heart
tickling memories
of childhood dreams
like warm embraces of Teddy bears
bonds of friendship with
my favorite dolls
a home for child like
innocents

in the blue moon like orbs
of your eyes
I find
peace of heart
yes Amorcita,
you own me
we are the cat people
family

~Pashi

*for Amorcita, my Persian Princessa