Thursday, August 6, 2015

Let Me Be



First published on Rebelle Society


Photo via Tumblr



Let me be
your dark horse.
your white light.


The northern star
in the deep dank woods,
leading you
to safe ground.

Let me be
your wet dream,
your every desire,
your deepest fear,
and greatest strength.

Let me be the
cool sweet jewel
placed upon your finger,
the ore of this earth,
the most
majestic gemstone.

Let me be
your laughter
and tear.
Your smile
and your sigh.


Let me be
the rainfall
wiping away
the dirt of this earth,
and the sun shining,
sustaining life.

Let me be
your fantasy.
Reality.
Waking and dream states.


The thorn and the rose,
the bud and the bloom,
the minerals that rise
to feed the fires
of the kaleidoscopes,
painting the most
precious flowers golden.


Let me be
all of this
and more.
Let me be
your mistress,
your lover,
your great release
and escape.
Your happiness
and healing.


Let me be
a great love
you never forget
nor regret.


Let me be
with you.
Yours,
just for a spell.


I promise
to be
the sweat
that drips
from your brow
while above me
on my breasts,
down to the
small of my
back.


Let me be
the scream
you let out
behind me.
So rough,
so sweet.


Let me be
each thrust
and buck
of your hips,
in rhythm
with my own.


Let me be
the sweet kiss
on your lips,
your precious,
holy mouth
Let me be
your eyes
boring down
upon my own.


Let me be
our breath
combined
upon your neck
into my hair.
My tresses,
waves
dancing
upon your chest.


Let me be
one body
entwined,
let me invite
you here,
into my
soul.


Dive deep
into oceans
you have only
imagined.

I welcome you
to my doorstep,
a most divine altar.
One made of roots and trees,
twigs and footholds,
rarely trodden.
The path obscured
only by eyes
blind.

Let me be your
night sweat,
your early morning
surprise.

Let me be
the rise and fall
of your mighty hands
grabbing our hearts,
hungry.
You, feasting
as that of a man
starved.

Let me let you in to me.

Will you
walk with me
on this forest path?
Let me be the thoughts
that keep you up
in the darkness
of Mother Night
and the embrace
that sings you to sleep
when you are tired

Let me be
an ocean,
roaring precious years
of driftwood full of souls
of lives past
living
now.

Let me erase
all worry.
Let me be the chalk
that draws the outline
to the path
to your very being.

Allow me
to awaken you
to your dirty secrets,
to existential truths,
to the pure wonder
and beauty
of your own
being.

Let me be
a waterfall
cleansing your skin,
soft from the
blistering eye
of heaven.

Let me love you
as I love myself,
as we are meant
to love,
and be loved.


Let me break the rules,
let us run
wild,
naked,
unashamed,
free.

Let us live
as wild animals.

Let me be
your fix, your drug
and elixir.
Your addiction
and cure.
Let me be
your
angel,
devil,
nice,
nasty,
kind,
caring,
compassionate,
erotic,
insane,
and oh so serenely
passionate
self.

Let me reach down
deep and cure you
of your
sanity.




 
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