She reclines in the back of the car
Trapped by a destiny that she freely embraces
Submitting to that which she cannot avoid
Chained to both her future and her past
She stares at the faces that pass by
Endless wraiths that drift past her view
Protected from them by the veil on her face
And the veil that covers her heart
Sinking further into her seat
She stares at her reflection in the window
Tracing lines that are familiar to her eye
But foreign to her vision
In her mind she beats the window with her fists
She opens the door and throws herself out
Set free by the pain of release
As her arms and legs scrape the gravel road
But she is immune to such images now
Numb to them from the repetition of use
Silently they beg her for a rest from their work
But she forces them into motion again and again
Later, she arrives at her destination
And she slips smoothly into her role
A consummate actress, playing her part
For a completely unsympathetic audience
Seasons
As I stand here alone at the end of the summer of my life, I find my thoughts turning to you. I think of you, still in the spring where everything is fresh and green, and I long to be there with you.
I turn my thoughts again, gazing forward to the fall where the colors are glorious as they progress towards the inevitable winter slumber.
Glancing back and forth, I see the progression of my life and a feeling of melancholy comes over me.
But then I remember one of the great truths that I have learned in my years: There is positive and negative in everything, so it is your focus that determines your reality.
The past, where time was plentiful but experience was limited. The future, where time is dwindling but the possibilities are limitless and unwritten.
Suddenly I know where I need to be.
I gaze at the fading light of the late summer sky. I close my eyes, and my nostrils flare as I breathe in the cool evening air. Filling my lungs, I tilt my head to the sky and exhale. There is only now.
There is only now.
I turn my thoughts again, gazing forward to the fall where the colors are glorious as they progress towards the inevitable winter slumber.
Glancing back and forth, I see the progression of my life and a feeling of melancholy comes over me.
But then I remember one of the great truths that I have learned in my years: There is positive and negative in everything, so it is your focus that determines your reality.
The past, where time was plentiful but experience was limited. The future, where time is dwindling but the possibilities are limitless and unwritten.
Suddenly I know where I need to be.
I gaze at the fading light of the late summer sky. I close my eyes, and my nostrils flare as I breathe in the cool evening air. Filling my lungs, I tilt my head to the sky and exhale. There is only now.
There is only now.
Dominance
I want to crush you in my arms
And steal your breath with my eyes
Throw your body to the floor
And cover you with my hot mouth
I want to possess you
Undress you
Unhinge you
Unwind you
Unleash you
I want to fill you with my body
Take control from inside
Bring you to the edge
Before taking it all away
Beg me
Before I fill you again
Over and over
Until you lose your identity
Until you are mine
Then, and only then
I will surrender to you
And steal your breath with my eyes
Throw your body to the floor
And cover you with my hot mouth
I want to possess you
Undress you
Unhinge you
Unwind you
Unleash you
I want to fill you with my body
Take control from inside
Bring you to the edge
Before taking it all away
Beg me
Before I fill you again
Over and over
Until you lose your identity
Until you are mine
Then, and only then
I will surrender to you
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