Our Bindings


At your whisper:
The pounding of my head ceases,
My heart takes a quick jump.
I turn my head
Bringing out lips into contact.
Your tongue darts into my mouth,
Eager for a taste.
I respond equally as passionate.
You wrap your arms around my waist
Lifting me level to you
I squeak in surprise.
Stunned at the gentleness of your strength.
You lower me back down to Earth
But I am still walking with angels.

Words can't describe my love for you.
I awake in the middle of the night
Wondering where you are,
Remembering the distance.
Love like this happens only once in a lifetime,
And babe, 100 years can not
Possibly be long enough for the
Touches, caresses, whispers, play
That life would be void without.
I am stepping out on trust,
Believing your promises,
Allowing myself to be lifted
And trusting I won't be dropped.

The passion is now a fire,
Burning, scorching all who come too close,
Feeding on the dreams,
Fulfilling the promises,
Fueling the future.
One night with the angels,
Sealing our love in blood.
The distance may swell
And time may speed along,
But these moments of radiant joy,
Passionate promises with no purpose,
Selfish, senseless sexual dreams;
Create silken bonds
That bind and separate us from time.
Unknown "Nene Rhea" Adored - 16 years, 10 months, 15 days ago

My Guantlet


I have run my last,
The clouds gather on the horizon,
Trees shiver in the chill,
The malevolent wind thickens,
Saplings bend to the breeze's whim.

My muscles quiver.
Strength has left my body.
I fall to the cold ground.
Wettened blades stain my cheeks.
With them my tears mingle.

My breathing has become labored.
Pain sears my side,
A hot iron reminding me of my mortality.
I ponder a reason for continuing,
The journey is rocky and savage.

The have only been given this run.
My pursuers break through the brush behind.
I should've known better.
They know where I live;
My weaknesses call out to them,
Begging to be exploited.

This is my last run.
It can't end like this.
I know differently though.
Here, on this sacred ground,
The silken blades will transform to metal.
The strings ruling my movements will be cut,
And here I will lie,
At the end of my guantlet.
Unknown "Nene Rhea" Adored - 16 years, 10 months, 15 days ago

God’s Proofs


Laying in a field,
More like lying in a painting,
Flowers, proof of God’s love,
Of his admiration of pure beauty,
Surround us with color.
Your soft arms encircle my soul.
We lie there watching the stars,
Wishing, this never-ending dream,
This life of beauty and passion,
This passionate existence could go on.
We whisper promises,
We both would die to keep.
Proving our affection;
For the world to see,
To stare at with disapproval,
To whisper about with misunderstanding,
And to hold with guarded jealousy.

Nothing physical is sufficient for this moment,
It is more of a religious affection.
When I look into your soul;
Looking into your eyes,
I see our creator,
And his abounding loves for me.
He loved me:
When I hated mirrors,
When I looked with horror,
At what I had become;
When I lived to dread tomorrow,
And cry for yesterday;
When he had to teach me what I could be.
He showed me what I wanted,
When he brought you to me.
He showed me that love is real;
And you are God’s proofs.
Unknown "Nene Rhea" Adored - 16 years, 10 months, 15 days ago

In the Face of Death
A Tribute to the Soldiers


You ran into battle,
Brandishing the colors,
Colors of nothing;
Colors of a life;
Colors of a love;
Colors of our country.

You looked death in the face.
You saw down the barrels,
You saw the whites of their eyes,
But you stood firm,
And hoped of life.

You hoped for life,
You wished to finish yours,
Feel all the joys;
Cry with the triumphs;
Stand dumb with wonder;
Learn and know;
Experience the pain.
But you met your deaths,
You saw their pallid complexions,
Glassy eyes,
And eternal smiles.
You understood that you may lose it all,
Then you stood firm.

You teach us to live,
To love,
And learn;
Each respecting our deaths.
Not knowing their appointed times,
But understanding that the call will come.
What others fear you understand.
Yet you stand firm.

Unknown "Nene Rhea" Adored - 16 years, 10 months, 15 days ago