lifting the veil of nights silence

[Passionaria]

Where the hell am I?
this place
the people
leave me feeling so damn lonely
that I have to touch myself
to make sure I'm not a ghost
wandering invisible
reaching into dimensions
that my spirit does not fit into
trying to touch someone
anyone who
can just see me
understand my point
for even just a moment
see the real me
and care to know me

What I would give
to be walking the streets of San Francisco
right now
the mazes of China Town
dank smell rising from herbs
and fish and bright colored
silk embroidered with mysticism
bustling into the fog
the cool salt air
tingling my face
hills that defy gravity
Music
the Mission
Castro
art
people of the edge
people I understand
yes those ones
with the brown skin and
purple dreadlocks and piercings
tattoos and leather
words of revolution
pouring from their lips
and meaning it
intercultural understanding
weaving realities where
races can really live together
where weird is really normal not this
pseudo hip almost honest and real bullshit
sugar coated deceptions
served up all dainty
but just doesn't smell quite right
DAMN
where the hell am I?
I'm Invisible.
Invisible

[Passionaria]

soul sacrifice

social change
wildfire
pulsing through veins
dripping from lips
inspiring minds
floating through
the airwaves
the music of our times
reaching into dimensions
touched by the occult
pulling realities
stored in Akashic records
back into now
of how people lived
in peace
sharing love
recreating visions
of how life can be
trying for real
changing ourselves
shifting reality
sacrificing our souls
to beauty and truth
anchoring dreams
our dreams
deep into earth
and constructs of social beliefs
hope twinkling in our eyes
flowers in our hair
and meaning it

[Passionaria]

Pantera Negra, amor mio
I crave the power of your stance
the danger in your eyes
frees my soul
turning me on
calling to my needs
your breath on my neck
a warning
that my life
is fragile
and yet we play
on the edge of my mind
and my sanctity
my beautiful dangerous friend
I'm not afraid
of what you can do to me
at your hand my pain becomes
a beautiful dark flower
that I finaly understand

[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

[Passionaria]

Your intoxicating darkness
arises from the east
demanding that my Silk wrapped curves
dance fiercely on the sharp edge
of your sculptured jade heart
us, playing hard with the night
my french lingerie
lies shredded across your wooden apartment floor
my bodies sweat and perfume
have become the polish for it's shine
thick stucco walls sing delicious reverberating cries
your passion the key locking me tightly
behind the intricate wrought iron gates of your will
my friends leave messages
wondering where I have gone
all I could do
was scribble
these words
onto a postcard.......

[Passionaria]

Eyes mischievous
you slowly place a chocolate truffle
into your mouth
as you bait me
sucking gently, persistently
my eyes search rose colored fullness
your lips purse into a sultry smile
pleased as the taste of silken elixir
melts across your tongue
last one you say,
want some..... tempting me
lips meet
my tongue stalks
the contours of your mouth
roaming
searching
hunting
for the sumptuous prize
that I find on your waiting tongue
we suck it together
midst sensuous
melting
dark
chocolate
bliss

[Passionaria]

Winds gust from the west, then circle,
leaves jump, resurrected
flying like brave trapeze artists
into an invisible embrace
then hang on
and spin in fragile obedience
caught dancing on a tailwind
enlivened and needing
this unexpected unearthing
from snug complacency

I watch this gust of wind
feel it's earth caress
and think of you
dancing around me
my skirt lifting at your tease
exposing my charms
erotic wanting
unearthed and enlivened
at the thought of you
reading the movements of my body
like a road map
to my pleasure
like a leaf riding a tailwind
I wish I had Fucked you
recklessly, every way imaginable
for a week straight
then left you with a sweet kiss
instead of talking into oblivion
DAMN

[Passionaria]

Fuck or fight
---------------------
Intense passion
thunderstorms
understand our secrets
the nature of us
dancing within the fire
of love wrapped dreams
our hearts
breath-less desires
moaning
please I need you
your lips satiate
my lips
where ever you desire
whispering truths
my soul confessions
I have no pride
begging you for release
screaming your name
uncontainable passion
is not for the faint of heart
arch back
legs pushed open
my hair in your face
you deep
skilled
hard
thick
merciless
a good rough fuck
can save many a fight
intensity denied
the energy has to go somewhere
we have a choice
sometimes when it's storming inside
we need to
fuck or fight
thunderstorms understand

[Passionaria]

stunned
images become clear
and dance vivid across
my mind
this slow motion movie
carving details of
what you've done
across my psyche
in focused technicolor splendor
until the pain ricochets
like a gunshot piercing my heart
tears burst the dam of my reserve
and puddle along my collarbone
then flow like a river
into warm cleavage
this salty pain methodically
caught into black lace
who's delicate rose pattern is brought
to life against warm moist flesh
trust shattered
wet lace becomes
the dumpster
of my faith in you
my fingers trace the outline of my breasts
as my mind fondles your prose
our first cerebral tango
that ended in breathless chocolate
me vulnerable
and you holding me close
wrapped
in your down quilt
you made me feel safe
that was the first time I trusted you
I trusted you
I trusted
YOU

[Passionaria]

Transcending mediocrity
was how hy defined it
a phrase that captured
my rebellious soul
in a grip
tighter than the ropes
he wanted to tie me up with
at the MET in NYC
passer by's watching me
sit
in my pretty dress and jewels
knees parted
ankles tied to the chair
hands bound behind my back
watching hym paint
and gagged, hy added
cause you talk too much
my vulnerability
hys sadistic delight
what will people say I protested
nothing, this is new york city
smiling
the notion still brings
a flush of excitement
to my cheeks
causing me to
squirm into luscious warm wetness
transcending mediocrity
cutting through stagnant realities
vivid sexuality
without regrets
thank you
for walking me through that door

[Passionaria]

Midnight transcends into magic
and mingles on the edge of realities
where a river of faith, flows
between the worlds
and the elusive clouds
of soul possibilities whisper themselves
real in time

It's here my love
that you found me playing
one foot in both worlds
weaving strands
of shimmering moonlight
into sensuous erotic tales
professing poetry
to twinkling stars
in the name of beauty
I was calling you home

playing in the river of faith
where soul possibilities
whisper themselves
real in time
the magic of us
connected

[Passionaria]

"abstinence - act or practice of refraining from indulging an appetite"

Emotional bondage
her chastity of flesh
woven tightly
by invisible tendrils of will
restraining her
in a second skin
of emotional latex
sexuality in exile
nomadic yearnings
wandering her bodies
remote inner landscapes
with frenzied hunger
her lust boiled
beneath the surface
of the latex reality
she caressed the world with

every Sunday
her virgin flesh could be seen
elevated
upon the red brick bench
which was inlaid
with succulent moss designs
a secure outcropping
from the patios
red brick ivy covered walls
the wildness of vine
juxtaposed against her
voyeuristic sculptured beauty
only her eyes told the story
of this exiled passion
her sacred gift
praying
to be opened

[Passionaria]

I saved myself for you
she whispered softly
placing delicate
butterfly wing kisses
across his eyes
her sensual incantation
murmured in
the language of touch
not out of obligation
she continued
eyes soft
her succulent lips trailing
across his mouth
her fingers tenderly followed
down his chest as
she fell to her knees
eyes lowered
I save myself for you
because my body
is the only thing in this world
that is really mine
It is the most precious gift
I had to offer

[Passionaria]

fingertips to thigh
caressing
the sweet flesh memory of you
feelings of warmth
burst open my heart
then
pulse between my thighs
electricity surges along
paths you've traversed
and my flesh screams
greedy incantations of lust
with
fingertips to thigh
I caress
the sweet flesh memory of you
and how
fire sung lustful melodies
as we rode the
passionate beast
of need
now
parts of you
merged into cellular memory
have become
part
of the fabric of me
exquisite artwork
this
precious interweaving
of
love