Thoughts on the Train

I won't let you close enough to hurt me. powerful words. especially when starting out, on the adventure of a new relationship. I will let you close enough to hurt me, but lust is present. there is more to this than initial physical attraction. most would run away, afraid to put themselves out into the void of uncertainty. when do you open yourself up? What signs do YOU need to feel safe in your security, that your feelings will be reciprocated, rather than rejected, deserted. We all know, nothing ventured nothing gained but what are you willing to venture? to risk? To lose? I won't let you close enough to hurt me, but does that make me close myself off, to the wonderful rewards, from taking such a high risk? The fear is bone chilling, it is an opening up of your deepest darkest self, in hopes that your mate will take what is offered, and nurture it, except it, love it as they do you. I won't let you close enough to hurt me, but what you wi...

Come with me on a journey through the night.  The city streets await. Fly with me. Let the avenues we glide down be your fantasy, the streets your fetish. Nothing is lost to you. Open your eyes to the colors of the night. The dark indigo of the night sky, the bright white of the stars and the dull yellow of the waning moon. The blueish white of the streetlamps, and the red and yellow glows of the cars as they pass us by. Feed on fear and drink deeply of the night, untill it pulses through your veins like molten gold. Feast on my majesty and fear my wrath. Nothing can harm you, with me you are immortal. And when the night turns to a time of passion, I shall run my fingers through the hair on your chest. Grasping and tugging gently, then with more ferocity. Run a feather down my spine, and watch my flesh prickle, with anticipated pleasure. Touch your lips, ever so gently, to my chest, my belly, to that which makes me a man. Growl with me in our animalistic passion. Submit to m...

The color of disappointment The wind blows softly, stirring the leaves in the trees I walk along. Green, yellow, gold. Colors shift through my vision as I walk alone. I want to hold onto them, I want to keep them in this happy place. My own little treasure trove. I come upon a lake of deepest blue. The water scattered with the reflection of puffy white clouds mirrored in the blue sky above. A fiery amber jewel strikes the surface branching off like the points of a star...It is the sun. I watched the scene below and know when I look up, it will be the same above. The surface breaks with tiny ripples, ever-growing, expanding outward. It’s glasslike sheen shattered. What has disturbed such serenity? Perhaps it was a fish rising from the murky depths tired of the dark of the deep and seeking the blue of the sky above. Or perhaps it was the touch of a mayfly as it flies close to the surface skimming to refresh itself. I am taken aback by the colors of the scene...

Deep within the dungeon of my heart, Where even I am afraid to go, I see a light. Lost in the dark though I am, This light guides me, Beckoning me to move ever forward, So I follow the light, Seemingly out of reach. Through the walls of the dungeon, Of my own creation. The walls become discernible, With pictures of my past. I linger on a picture, A snapshot in time, It is of you, smiling, In the afternoon light through the trees, With me, laughing, With a joy and heartiness I have forgotten. My mouth open wide, Joyous in my laughter, My eyes tightly closed, So that the crow’s feet of age, Are once again the laugh lines of my youth. I remember now, The light gives me hope, The Darkness seems to lift. The light beckons me forward, So I turn away from this choice memory and follow the light, Onward through the halls of my sadness and fear, The walls become more solid, Clean. Though through this corridor I must trave...