wendchymes

she dreamed the same dream night after night~We are an orchestra of one, we are a majesty unveiling, we are newly born lovers, christening one another with mouths and hands and seeking tongues. We are everything and nothing~ Night is falling. night is falling. and I am drowning. in your arms. I am safe again. I am safe again. You surface me, and cling to me, night is falling and I am in my place again. above you, beneath you, wherever it pleases you so... oh my love, I am home again. My heart has been reborn again. the night is falling. and so am I . Falling for you ( into you, above you, through you). night is falling. night is falling. and so am i. so am i. always for you. for you.

~random vintage wendchymes~

prayerful of dreams - 2008-06-28
preschool princess - 2008-06-16
life with my sweetheart - 2008-04-29
the fast approach of four - 2008-04-12
lighting up my own life - 2008-03-08

2002-09-27 - 6:22 p.m.

Standing five feet away from you,

is like standing a million miles

away from my dreams.

~Standing five feet away, from your seashell shaped heart, beating through a paperthin, pale blue linen shirt, unbuttoned like the night. Six feet of you,

standing

a mere five feet away, from me,

and all I want to do, is throw myself into your arms and smell your sexy, safari scented neck and feel your sculpted arms encompassing me.

Five feet away

stands the shadow of love

that does not call me home.

Five feet closer, and we would be face to face.

The tempetuous distance of a kiss waiting to be born, from across the spinning sequined room.

I feel your lingering glance sweeping up the curved staircase of my flesh.

You set me on fire, turning me into fields of burning wildlands. You have me, tied up and spread before you, like a pink ribboned florentine sunset,

with out either one of us

ever -even- saying -a -word.

and all I want, is to be the endless ocean before you, and you, as acres of shimmering sand on the shore. I want to reach for you, I yearn to become the rolling waves of turquoise, gathering you up in handfuls of lust and greed.

Infinite and consuming, I need to find you disappearing inside of me. until we are an abyss of one.

but five feet in the space of a passing instant might as well be a million miles. and you still stand five feet away from me, and neither one of us is a moment closer to finding our way home.