Between Sheets and Dreams

Soft curves illuminated in the moonlight as the sheet is removed ever-so-slowly so as not to wake her Fingertips lightly brushing flesh body begins to squirm sporadically delicate moans escape on her breath Languidly tracing the inside of her thigh legs instinctively part slightly in blissful sleep she chews her own finger Shuddering at the

quote of the day

“Sometimes the only thing that sustains us, are the shadow residuals of loves finest hours.” ~ Jill Terry

The way I see it

White golden wings Reflecting the sun Tips touching gracefully Sparkling diamond water Circle tracks appear Turn to tiny ripples Elegance in motion Freedom in my vision © 2011 Jill Terry

RELEASE ME

It’s an entity that lives In the pit of my stomach Its presence ever felt To varying degrees of Lingering heaviness Its tentacle grasp Reaches out in darkness Unsuspecting It quickly attacks Wrapping round my heart Weaving its way through The halls of my mind The depths of my soul Twisting reality Shattering dreams Bringing

STAR LIGHT STAR BRIGHT

Denied the colors Of life’s continual circle Trapped in a world Of monotone grey Diminishing life’s quality Powerless to the rage Prisoner of pain No resolution No peace Senses once shrouded By the fog of numbness Deadened emotions Now acutely sharpened Heightened awareness Of those deeper needs Unfulfilled On too many levels Needing an anchor

Seeking Solace

It is not a garment I cast off this day, but a skin that I tear with my own hands. Nor is it a thought that I leave behind me, but a heart made sweet with hunger and with thirst. Yet I cannot tarry longer. The sea that calls all things unto her calls me,