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Breathless and Mendacity - 1. Chapter 1 Breathless
Breathless
I hunger for that
which renders me breathless,
erupting my skin in pebbled bliss
and inducing a salty sheen of sweat,
the taste on the tongue
an explosion of carnal delight
Slick moisture adorning scalps,
sleek, taut flanks,
and pooling along furrowed muscle
as my skin absorbs the scent of another,
changing my own to a heady mixture
telling me I’m part of a whole
Ravenous fingers slide, glide, grip
and explore,
given license by mutual looks of need
I yearn for such shared contact
and sinuous movement
which brings to life
the joy in our design
Wicked in its pleasure
and sublime in its repleteness
That satiety beyond measure
after delicious culmination,
almost beyond comprehension
to those uninitiated
in the ways of such communion
We can exist alone, surely,
but it not be our best nature,
a snub of the touch of God
So, before the time comes
we are left with only memories,
know this!
Don’t waste what
has been infused in our cells
since the crawl from the muck
Don’t deprive yourself
Of the greatest wonder
in this known world
—Love, the breathless passion
it awakens, and the ride it takes us on
Mendacity
I was born and raised on a cusp
of innocence and enlightenment
The world was changing
and did so with unprecedented haste,
as if the world had been holding its breath
...waiting...
Too much for some
and not enough for others
Many eyes opened willingly,
but some minds remained tightly closed,
and those unable to nurture love
or hold compassion for others
…waited…
through many seasons,
biding their time
while practicing their mendacity
And now there is a new precipice,
and small minds
carrying resentment,
bigotry,
racism,
and hate
have regained a hold
Mendacity is rampant,
even exalted
by craven cultish networks,
and the goal is meanness,
the target
anyone who scares them,
or doesn’t fit
what they’re told by straw men,
or with an empowered
collection of pages
twisted in knots to suit
Will we ascend from our fall
into this growing chasm of intolerance
and lies?
...I wait, holding my breath...
and despair there is no way to know
The only thing certain
is that evil walks the earth
with new purpose,
fed by ‘God’s’ supposed ‘higher’ creatures
in their viciously varied forms
Turning mankind inward
to a seething pit of unholiness
...while we wait...
Decisions
I have agonized, to my distress
Over options not fairly cut and dried
To gain is sometimes to lose
And from such there’s no way to hide
I envy those who bear no regret
Whose conviction never wavers
Would that I had been so lucky
For freedom has granted few favors
Some paths, no matter how clear
Can quickly find their dead-end
Other choices, while murky and twisting
Give scant affirmation as we wend
It is so easy to over-ponder
The untaken forks in the road
But in the end, we are who we are
And decisions are part of our load
Spilling milk may teach or not
But we can always wipe up the waste
Who’s to say what was right or wrong
Hindsight won’t change the choices we’ve faced
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