Writer’s Block

A bow, a salute,
A kind word.
Courtesy, politeness,
A ready smile,
Always present,
never threatening,
never intrusive.
A friendly presence,
comforting, safe.

And always,
finishing last.

Such a simple thing…
your arms enfolding,
a soft embrace.
Surrounding…comforting…
Holding.
A simple request,
for you to create a space,
where I can feel safe,
feel loved.
Sheltered.
A new world,
my own world…
surrounded by yours.
Safe.
Just one night,
where I can sleep,
enfolded, comforted,
Secure.

A whisper of soft words half-remembered;
The words themselves lost to the mists of time,
Their tone and meaning as clear as now.

A ghostly touch, of arms embracing…
Distant past as warm and comforting as tomorrow.

A memory of soft lips on the back of the neck,
A trick of time making the skin tingle as if they had just left.

Deep inside, where no one can see,
a empty spot lies on my soul.
There is no filling it,
because the hunger it brings,
is not physical,
but the warmth and comfort
that only love brings.

Arms enfolding,
drawing tighter,
keeping out the dark
and driving out pain.

Someone to let me know,
I am not alone,
I do not have to be lonely,
I do not have to be scared.

Even for one night,
someone to hold me,
and let me cry
Let me shed my pain.

In the shadows, burning fiercly,

the chained heart awaits.

No limits recognized,

only passion, only fire.

Darkness pounding, in the blood,

calling, driving, heat.

A red tide,

coursing through veins.

Raging heat, deep inside,

setting afire the skin at a touch,

a whispered word, a breath of air,

and passion takes control.