The first touch of a womans skin,softness.
From fumbled beginnings to adult exploration,softness.
From top to toe in lust or love,softness.
From neck to breast,inner thigh and inbetween ,softness.
From whispered words to gasping moans,softness.
touch of your front paws
touch of long-haired cats fur coat
your meow in my ear
people with true love
go through life untouched by hate
regardless of pain
The therapist was a mirror of myself,
She wore the same skin -
She understood the words from my mouth
She said -
‘It’s okay to be black, and ask for help’
She validated my pain, her voice made me calm
She told me -
‘Just because you're a black girl, doesn’t mean you have to be strong’
She taught me to by myself,
She allowed my softness to come out
My therapist shared my experiences,
And i have never felt so seen,
To help me feel more comfortable, she opened up to me,
And now i feel safe to share my vulnerabilities
Walk with the power of love
You’ll always feel the glory from up above
The absence of evil cannot access your soul
It will not be able to have any control
Your thoughts will be pure
Your heart filled with all elements of the spiritual brochure
The eyes filled with emotion of the luminescent sea
Your peace is guaranteed
A mission to cleanse humanity
From all of the immorality
The path of the veracity spirit
Will pivot the world in a fast minute
Keeping the most powerful sane
The less fortunate free of man’s inflicting pain
It truly is the miracle that we all have found
Making all of mankind heavenly bound
My eyes open up like a wound
Every impossible day passes by
Loud heartbeats shadow good things
A single hold of someone could fix it all...
I'm sorry
I know you may have never been told that
But you deserve it
And so if nobody is gonna tell you that
I will
You deserve it
In a world that has told us to be strong
And has held us to impossibly high standards
I wanted you to know that you matter
And you deserved better
From the world
From your own
I'm here to let every black boy and every black girl know
You can let go
You dont always have to be a superhero
You dont always have to put on a show
Let your exterior crumble
Let those tears flow
All that pain, hurt and hate
Just know that what you feel or felt
Know it was never your fault
It was the system
And all of those who never listened
Who failed you
They failed you
Okay it's not your fault
I'm sorry they blamed you for being a victim
You dont have to struggle
With the weight of your problems
No more
This is my home
And your my guest
Give me the weight you carry on your chest
Come in and just rest
Sleep, its okay
Even if its all day
Never feel guilty
For how you choose to heal
And always remember
I love you
The world does not beg to be held today
Doesn't demand my voice or my chase
It simply asks that I sit in the space between
Where breath is enough
Where time just is
There's no urgency here
No need to carve my name into the hours
Only the soft surrender of being
So I loosen the grip on the reins of time
Letting the wind unthread my worries
Not all journeys demand pursuit
Not all answers arrive in haste
Some things only bloom in stillness
Only find you when you stop searching
So I give up the chase for today
Letting it come
Letting it be
Letting the horizon rest
And I rest with it
I woke up wanting your fingers in my hair,
your warm breath on my neck, and our bodies tangled,
caught in the soft, unruly dawn.
The memory of us lingers like mist,
fading and filling the space all at once.
I reach for you in the quiet ache,
in sheets that remember your weight, your warmth,
and in the spaces between breaths, I find you,
a ghost of a dream, soft and fierce,
held close, even as the morning slips away.
Poetic Diversion For Violin And No Orchestra
planet shoes tiptoeing
in cadences known to the mourning cloaks
their soft landings on spread petals
teach infinite lessons with splendid hot swishes
fan-tailing silently the unseen cricket kisses
rising and soaring like pepper tree phantoms
saying life is a slow dance in the moonlight
tall earring girl with perfume music blaring
penetrates the soft garden with red fantail kisses
turning the world around with splendid hot swishes
desperately embracing the pepper tree phantoms
planet shoes tiptoeing
A soft sound is gentle as falling snow
that rests for a moment in a tall pine
as whispers of breeze urge it on below
to begin a softly sculpted design
A summer dusk with lavender shadows
that soften and gentle a stone pathway
or, tall grass and flowers in the meadows
softly nodding in breeze at end of day
Soft music filling the air soothing souls
As day offers her brightest charms to night
and stars softly appear, fulfilling roles
of lighting the skies along with moonlight
Softly spoken words can cool anger's heat
and cause mellower thoughts to now appear
soft is baby's skin, smelling fresh and sweet
Soft is holding a lonely person near.
after fifty years, he still holds her hand
gently, loving the softness
she feels his strength,
he is her hero
forever and always together
even after one goes to heaven
I hear a softness in your words.
They may be only written, but they speak to me in your voice.
Gentle, like the whispering of snowflakes to the ground as they lovingly alight upon it.
It's hard to ignore the possibilities of your meaning as they arise and tickle my eager neurons.
I'm unsure whether to believe their suggestions whilst they slip down my spinal cord to appeal to my heart.
It's difficult not to let them lift me into a fantasy world with their warm, inspiring influence on my soul.
I do not need them to be true, my life is lit brightly enough just by my knowing you.
And I fear this may all fall to pieces if they were..
But a part of me, a big part, wants them to be..
That part has no fear, knows only love.
Innocent and immense.
An intensity beyond mere emotion.
A great movement of spirit.
Untamed, and untameable.
Wild, like the Universe itself.
If those possibilities are true, could we just be friends in love?
I wish I knew how to say all this to you for real,
without the fear of hurting our rapport..
More than anything I just want to know what to do with my hypermelodious heart..
He deserves such softness.
Bony hips bruised on the corners of card tables and rough edges
Three different lifetimes worn through his young skin.
Skin bruised beyond its years and demanded tougher every day.
He shall be anointed with the softness of my palms and fingertips
May my lips show him his hunger and thirst is all that matters
The folds and curved edges in my mirror were overfilled in my mind
But it is not my mind that needs cushioning
It is his.
I will be his softness. Whether to lay a tired head upon, or to devour hungrily.
Like a peach, my skin, too, breaks easily, and he may tear into my sweet flesh
But for once, I can see him nourishing himself
And I can be his softness.
she climbed the ladder of success
i was there since the first rung
she now makes more money than me
i now surprise her with a red velvet cake
while digesting said red velvet cake, i give her an unexpected foot massage
see, the privilege is on MY end because i was the one she chose to give her heart to
why break her down and make her feel less than
she will leave my behind at first notice, and i will miss her soft acceptance of ME
knowing this, i draw her bath water, lukewarm with a pinch of hot
tea tree is the Queen's Royal Preference this evening
as i help her in the tub, i make her laugh and she returns the favor
i am relaxed, she is relaxed, and together we make sanity and happiness reachable
we cherish each other again, Knowing, but not knowing
i see MY Ladder of Success.......
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