Monthly Archives: August 2011

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 first touch
heat emanating instantly
hips rotate deliberately


heat rising
muscles tightening
breath panting
heart pounding

clutching sheets
body quaking
eyes fluttering
bolting upright

She quivers with little after-tremors
zinging bolts of lightening flashes
she looks over to see the bed empty

She lays back down smiling
pulls the sheet up over her
wishing for a speedy return to dreamland

© 2011 Jill Terry

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


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
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 to the forefront
Excruciating pain

Vanquishing all light
Blanketing me in darkness
Shifting perception

Reminding me
Yet again
The control
I thought I had
Does not

Not against this

That forever

© 2011 Jill Terry


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

On too many levels

Needing an anchor
In the vortex of chaos
Spiraling continuous
Out of control

Spirit screaming
For sustenance
For nurturing

Heart weeping
When confronting
Countless issues

Seeing so clearly
What she wants
What she needs

So close
She can see it
Almost barely touch it

But just as
The stars
That fill the
Night sky

She reaches
To find
Its light years

©2011 Jill Terry

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,
and I must embark.
For, to stay, though the hours burn in the night,
is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in the mould.

A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips
that gave it wings. Alone must I seek the ether.
And alone and without his nest shall the eagle
fly across the sun.

Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails
full sets awaits the wind.
Only another breath will I breathe in this still air,
only another loving look cast backward,
and then I shall stand among you,
a seafarer among seafarers.

And you, vast sea, who alone are peace and
freedom to the river and the stream.
Only another winding will this stream make,
only another murmur in this glade,
and then shall I come to you, a boundless drop
to a boundless ocean…

~ Gibran 1923

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