Saturday, August 22, 2015

This Is My Truth by La Owsia




 © Susan Marie



This. Just. Listen. She speaks the truth of all truths. Mind-blowing, lovely, beautiful soul. La Owsia [Lauren] names this "This is my truth" and this IS also my own truth.

 
This is my truth.
Posted by La Owsia on Thursday, March 27, 2014





Peace. 

Sue  



© Susan Marie


Sunday, August 9, 2015

This Is How I Love






First published on Rebelle Society


do you want me
to be dirty


devil and
angel 


do you want me
to stop writing
such sweet lines
and just say
come to me
bold and hard
grab my hair,
pull it 


push your entire
self
deep inside of me
until you nearly
faint
so we are both
dizzy


make me come
rivers
for you,
because of you,
due to you


hold me down 


i want to feel
your weight upon me
your sweat
on my breasts
between my legs
hot,
wet,
yours 


my mouth
hungry
for your lips
your tongue 


i want to eat you right up 


i need to smell you,
us
the scent of our
sex 


the sheets
wet,
my brow
wet,
your temple
wet,
between my legs,
wet 


my mouth
open
your hands on my
head 


my hands
holding you
just inside of my
lips


the head of your
so hard 


wanting
begging
hungry
angry


look into my eyes 


i want you
to watch me
love you 


i want you to
come in my
feel you hard
inside of my 


i want to make you
scream
for me


i want you to feel
my hips
push
back
against
each thrust
of your
mouth
open
in awe


i want you to see me
lying in wait
for you
only you
to come and take me
for yourself
for us both
to feed our souls
ecstatic
to become
enlightened
by loving
me


you


can you show me
how you love? 


i must take you
by the hand
and lead you
to me
into my
gardens
my meadows
my bed
of
flowers 


so soft and sweet


i promise you
nature
in my
open
legs
wrapped around your
midsection 


my chin
raised
slightly


your hands
turning me
over


my face
pushed down

oh, so gently


grasping my
heart
grabbing my
hips
pulling me
up
to
you


My God,
my most holy cry!


this is heaven
my dear,
my sweet release,
my lovely secret,
my deep desire


my back
arched
my neck craned
you behind me
wild,
crazed


and your sweet mouth
meets mine
as you
enter my
sacred space


the first time
we feel
each other
i will have written you
every word that exists
in a solitary moment
that feels like
eternity


the moment you
enter me
you will know

that this
is how I love

you


i want to write you
not just words
lying in symmetry
like our bodies
entwined
like perfect unions
of commas
and apostrophes
on sheets of ivory 


i want to write you
symphonies and melodies
you are able to hear
between these lines
of poetry
my cries and whines
that keep me
oh, so close


i want to write you
histories of nations
of battles lost and won
of scientific discovery
the mad minds
of philosophers 


yet all i have
is my kiss
placed lightly
upon your lips,
so precious,
so pure,
so utterly,
delicious 


i want to write you
existential truths
the wonder of God
but only my breath
comes
at the light of day
soft upon your neck 


my palms
wrap behind
your neck
the warmth of my body
against your own 


i want to show you
how your existence
heals my very own
with your
bright smile,
eyes alive,
big hands
holding my own,
guiding me
to your
masculinity,
divine 


i want to write you
deep beneath my skin
so you are able
to feel me
when you need to be
loved,
when your darkest day
is upon you,
when your happiest moment
occurs 


i want to write you me 


and all i am able to do
is
type
text
from
my
most
open
holy
heart
to
your
very
own 


i need to show you
how you take me
gently
into your being
simply by being alive,
awake,
attuned,
enthralled,
astounded,
ablaze,
and
in
flight 


i need you
to know
that this
is how i
love


you


do you want me
to be dirty


devil and
angel 


do you want me
to stop writing
such sweet lines
and just say
come to me
bold and hard
grab my hair,
pull it 


push your entire
self
so deep inside of me
you nearly
faint
so we are both
dizzy?


can you show me
how you love



me?





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.




 

i am



Published on Leaves of Ink 




© Susan Marie



I am
that which
cannot be caged,
tamed, tried,
understood, included,
deluded, or left.
Misunderstood.

I am the fairy-tailed children
asleep beneath blankets
on a cool summers eve,
books in palms,
eyes shut tight,
warding off monsters
in closets
underneath the bed.

The angelic presence
in dreams,
the dark rising depths,
present in the time
between night and day.

I am the bleeding hearts
of artists,
music flowing
like manes
of thoroughbreds.

Strings and violins,
concertos and preludes,
the rise and fall,
of notes,

the voice
of the oppressed,
painting alone,
writing alone,
speaking to the masses
standing in front
of sculptures
in galleries,
half-numb
from having their soul
placed on a public platter,
picked apart
and critiqued.

I am the constellations,
the stars,
the ancient raiment
of the majestic
velvet night,
coaxing solitude,
and creation,
rendering you
sleepless
with desire.


The great God
contemplating existence,
tossing magic
and medicine,
electrified
towards earth,
teaching lessons to the
mere human soul.

I am.
Woman.
Man.
Child.
Mother.
Father.
Brother.
Sister.
I am a lover,
loved,
loving.

I am the volcanic rumblings
of every tired soul,
and every smile
and tear.

I am an argument
and agreement.

The birds that birth
in your
crown chakra.
Their song
is mine.

All creatures,
earth, dirt, silt
gems, stones,
twigs, and trees.

Every root and crevice,
all footholds and paths,
the waving branches
pregnant with leaves.

The falling leaves.
Kamikaze.

Every rock and shell,
the waves and oceans,
all bodies of water,
feathers, flight,
the bees that buzz
around the new bud,
the hand that guides
a sprout from seed.

The secrets the wind
whispers.
The fierce embrace
of winter,
the warmth upon
your face,
heart, body, soul,
and the sweet cool
calming waters
of life.

I am death.
Wild.

I am woman.
Here.
Now.

I am every element.
All emotions,
every fable told
by firelight,

Every word written,
spoken, uttered,
screamed and sighed.

The true Goddess,
the wild soul.

I am that
which cannot
be kept,
nor set free.

I exist
without logic,
in rational conscious
thought,
in esoteric
holy nakedness.

I am the rich man
and beggar,
the king and the jester.

I am the grass,
all species,
and the sky.
Kaleidoscopes
of spectrums.

I am good
versus
evil,
versus
self,
versus
sentience.

I am a conundrum
unto myself,
a human shell
existing
as pure
ether.

I am heaven
and hell
I am the destroyer
and creator
simultaneous.