The Huntress and The Hunter

Like a warm breeze interrupting the birth of a chilled moonrise, the force in you could be the force in me.

Fragile reflections of each other’s light, dubbing our counterpart's actions with accents of what seems to be missing in the alternate ‘same’. What if I could make your green side grow greener?? What if I could take your tattered straw and spin it into fine spools of heart-gold?? Thus, adding to our glistening territory, would you be surprised?

I am the HUNTRESS and you are the HUNTER. Side by side, we are abundance at its core. “Mere Survival” is a phrase weaned from the vocabulary of minds such as ours. Beasts rush to conceal themselves at the first sight of MY bow and YOUR arrow. Sacred winged spirits take refuge amongst our shadows, as it is the only safe haven for virtue in such a tainted, cruel jungle of a world. Such an awakening has all the energetic creations in a fury of folly and mania. The quickening is upon the hunted, and soon we shall feast!! Perhaps our self-prevailing wheels of fortune shall begin to turn. The forecast tells of blissfull splendor and opportunity with a chance of true contentment on even the cloudiest of days.

To be continued.....

My Sweet Love

I like saying your name when I don't feel good.... It's like the echo of a ripple swelling, when a drop of water hits the soft glassy face of a still pond on a wind-hungry day.
I just fantasize about crushing your lips with mine. The thought of not meeting you makes me feel like someone kicked my dreams in the face.
I have to tell myself that anything too good to be true is just that, because the thought of us rolling around together in wildflowers is just too good.
I want to worship you for days, on endless clouds of pillows and sunshine blankets daily and moon kissed sweat, so sweet, throughout our nightly dreams. Fairies must dance at your feet on your giddiest day, for your smile is as enchanting and spell binding as the allure of a waterfall mirage in the desert.
I am caught in your rapture, your tangled web of blissful torment.
You are a gorgeous silver star with caramel caves of burnt honey for eyes and ruby satin lips that slay my every breathless wish for bliss.

I surrender, reluctant yet unrelenting, softly repenting.... Please have mercy on my shell of a device- made to destroy or replenish my beating life source.
I defy my harsh nature to fight you or this force of attraction. I beg of you to agree, it's true, the only thing worth breaking, is seemingly what its made for.
My wish came true, I've found my warrior in you. I will bare you the greatest future of love, truth and ecstasy, only the gods have had the courage to seek out.