you in my bed

As I awoke slowly this morning
Next to me appeared an inviting silhouette
I reached out to smell, to embrace this vision
Needing to unite as a spooning duet.

Now my lucid dreaming takes me back
To when I was wearing that green sundress.
Warm and relaxed, enjoying time suspended
Going to astral places I don't want to suppress.

Dreams of you
You in my bed.

Enjoying the sensations welling up inside
Yearning for your touch, your lips, your sweat
Pulling you in for a soul-weaving kiss
Can it be that we have never even met?

I have not allowed myself to feel this way
Too afraid that it will be - oh so good - like heroin
So good that I would never ever want to stop
But in this surreal place, I have nowhere to run.

Dreams of you
You in my bed.

Caressing - squeezing - holding on tight
But the only one under the bed cover
Is one big fluffy feathery pillow
Masquerading happily as my lover.

You in my head
You in my bed.

I Yi Yi

I paint.
See?

I write.
Read?

I sing.
Hear?

I cook.
Taste?

I teach.
Learn?

I give.
Receive?

I desire.
Feel?

I undress.
Watch?

I need.
Complete?

I'm lost.
Find.


[ photo credit: guns.deviantart.com ]

I'm just an avatar

I'm just an avatar
Or could I be a Hollywood star?
You wouldn't know if I had a handicap
Maybe I'm just a booby trap.

I'm just an avatar
Possibly I play the steel guitar
Perhaps I am a classic nutcase
Or someone with a pretty face.

I'm just an avatar
Might I be a technology czar?
You may ponder if I'm smart
Or wonder if I'm merely a tart?

I'm just an avatar
Maybe I even drive a squad car
But what you'll discover in my smile
You'll swear I came from an emerald isle.

I'm just an avatar
Stuck here in this online pickle jar
I could be a spell-casting witch
I might be a self-righteous bitch.

It's not hard to be an Original
When you're bored like Jonathan Livingston Seagull
But I beg of you - don't be smitten
By the words I've written.

I'm just an avatar
It's conceivable that I'm really bizarre
Just remember that on the Internet
No one knows if you're blonde or brunette

I can be your cyberspace hottie
But never forget that I am Somebody
I can BE what you want me to BE
As long as we both agree

That I'm just an avatar
That you've admire from afar
I'm a little of this and a little of that
Stop by anytime for a friendly online chat

because I'm just an avatar.

I Need My Sugar

My Sugar is what I want when I wake up
That's when everything is a sleepy blur
You can add lots of cream into my cup
But I'm nothing without My Sugar.

My Sugar is so welcomed and so sweet
My body craves that satisfying taste
And it needs to feel the heat
Of the flavors mulled to be embraced.

Sugar in the morning
It's a simple love story
Between me and my craving
For My Sweet Sugar in all it's glory.

My Sugar
Makes me want more
My Sugar
Makes me want to soar

Oh yes!
Sugary goodness!

Can't sleep

Is it right for excitement to coexist with worry?

It's difficult to lay down. The thoughts keep me buoyant.

lay down... close my eyes... let sleep come... tomorrow IS another day.

To be
cliche. ;-)

lonely sad

the wonder of it

How is it that people come into your life?
Perhaps the same way that people leave your life.

Unexpectedly.

But I believe the universe gives us what we need. Yesterday I read through Dave's poems. His words pushed up words in me. Hard words in a good way. And so began the churn of words in me... once thought long lost.

Up came a poem from me. ;-)

Back Behind the Avatar
That is a smile and those are my eyes
They're both filled with caution with my hi's
Odd only begins to describe the sensation and
The awkwardness of beginning conversation.
I can't bare to fall and there's no way I can tell it all
Because that would unveil the real ME
And that's one reason to be
Back
Behind the Avatar.
We share a laugh and a compliment and
Smile at each other's posts full of sentiment.
The messaging goes to and fro and
We Wonder
Is this? Could this? Don't go there.
It spoils the fun and mystique to be
Back
Behind the Avatar.
Now I stumble on an avatar that catches my eye
and the words I read there almost makes me cry.
Some One who seems delightful and insightful.
Some One that is a treat and not a trick and
He seems to know what makes me tick.
How could he know what dreams I have
Back
Behind the Avatar.
Underneath the trappings of a sexy miss
he sees the me that dreams of a Lifetime Kiss
Here at this place from my keyboard and remote
I come upon Some One Special that makes me float
high and happy and allows me to be sappy
dare I let him
Way Back
Behind the Avatar

this day

This is the day that I started writing it again. I totally blame my new friend, Dave, for kicking my creative ass into a flurry of - thinking, shaping, typing - a panic of words.

And so begins the beginning...