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Encounters

Encounter :Beginning
A wailing
jolted out of dream
forced from suspension
my liquid world
I feel then strangling me
the hands of anxiety
so starved for attention
so starved for nourishment
the world has come 
to open my eyes 
the journey of me begins
substance received
back to the dream
violated, stripped to bones
compelled to make you understand
my soul, my being . . . me
Continually ravished
to become a part
of an ever stronger current
more than I care to admit.

Encounter :The World
Carried and carrying
supported and supporting
I swept joyfully along
until the monster came
and swallowed me whole
no where to go
I encamped inside
trying red dreams
tasting the white flashes
feeling the churn
the title wave within
I rotted from inside out.
A sweet perfume to you
until you sucked me dry
and you spewed me
from your belly into
knifing silence
bitter cold
I am alone.

Encounter:Lover
You found me, clothed
sitting on a rock of 
self importance
disillusioned and everything in between
You nursed me back to health
I sucked on your breast of self worth
and returning to my liquid world
You found the shell of something human.
blinding me to see
what I could be bought for.
Your price to me- invaluable
To You I am rare jewels
You asked me once 
If what I wanted
I was sure
In response
I handed you my world
My soul, my being . . . me
You washed me
my nakedness, becoming transparency
You bathed me in light
wrapped me in your soul
tied me with a ribbon of kisses
 
Encounter:Free
We sit on a rock of love
I in you
You in me 
Heart to heart
Breast to breast
Soul to Soul

Encounter: Ending
I found You 
laying on the beach of life
soaked from head to toe
You were a patchwork
of many pieces, worn and frayed
and everything in between
You tore at your chest
exposing a ball of light
That as I watched
began to fade
You named it soul
and threw it to the sea
liquid dark consumed it
you sighed
melting into a bird
you took flight 
towards the sun.
Swallowing it whole
 
Encounter: Alone
I found me 
sitting on a rock of life
shifting between conscienceness
And everything in between
How long have I veen sitting
Far too long I scream
I hit the ground running . . . intent
on silver black waters
My chest falls open
exposing a fading moonbeam
I erupt, scattering stars
from here to eternity.

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