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Heart! We Will Release Him

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Heart, we will release him!

(Inspired by Emily Dickinson)

 

Heart, we will release him

From his unwitting prison walls;

Soul, we will grant his escape

Before the evening falls.

 

Mind, we will unlock him

From fantasies he did not see.

Breath, we will exhale him

So that we can all be free.

 

Fool, we will admit it –

Our walls were invisible to him.

Image, we will both resign

That chances were in fact too slim.

 

Arms, we will unfold him

From our unfelt embrace

Eyes, we will look away

And gaze no longer at his face.

 

Heart please help us hurry

Lest, when we pause to think of him,

Our weakness overtakes us,

And we imprison him again.

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Dream

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I close my eyes

And in a slow rhythm inhale

The oxygen of sleep

To awaken six senses

Seeing the slate smoke of your eyes inches from my face

The taste and smell of skin brushed with sea air

The sound of the words you whisper against my cheek

The feel of your fingers in my hair and your hand against the small of my back

And the aching pull of my soul toward you

An ache that jolts me into reality

Tangled in my sheets

As I reach between the smooth cotton folds

To sooth the ache

And will eyes to close

And I will sleep again

And sense.

storm

I send my best thoughts to those who are facing the brunt of Isaac today, and I hope that they remain safe.

That being said….I am watching the sky, aching for it to open up and drench us.  We are out of its worst path, but I am hoping that we will get a few strong storms.  I love storms.  I love watching the wind bend the trees, hearing the thunder, watching the branches of lightning attack the sky.  

There is a scene in the movie, Twister, that always strikes me.  The two main characters are in a field under a small bridge after having tried to outrun a tornado.  As the tornado approaches and the truck shakes, Helen Hunt’s character cannot help but crawl forward, fixated on the tornado.  She cannot take her eyes off of it, and Bill Paxton’s character has to pull her back in to safety.  He thinks she is crazy 🙂  I understand her.

I have wondered why storms fascinate me this way.  I think I realized this morning exactly why.  it is there power and their mystery.  As much as we know about science and meteorology and weather…..we still don’t fully understand storms.  For the past week the meteorologists here have flip flopped about the path of Isaac, who would be affected, how we would be affected.  We can see their power, but they are still a mystery.  And mystery intrigues me.  Things that are easy to know do not hold my interest nearly as well as things that are multi-layered.

And so I wait, looking out the window.  The branches are beginning to bend.  it is a delicious impatience. And I have no control over when the rain and thunder will begin.  But I am ready for it.

I have to wonder what this says about me as a submissive.

Suddenly

Can it be prevented?

The errant thoughts,

The hollow stomach,

The faceless dreams,

The fantasies without rhyme or reason.

I look into the mirror and shake my head.

Why can I never see it coming?

It will never be real,

But still it captivates.

To many Austens

And Brontes

And musings of “Anne with an E”

Nothing to do now

But wait for it to pass

And blush

And write

And clamp my hand over my mouth

So as not to let it

Escape.