Surrender

“This one is an experiment, I was just letting my mind free fall in the wind.”

Man surrender- -heated emotion’s
flash of lightning fire sparks
your eyes- -whispering secrets
you hide away- -I’ve never seen
a heart so guarded- -the locks have locks
bitter combinations and keys
swallowed with water
even Earth gives up treasure
now and then- -surrender the flame
it grows wild- -surrender

Tender fruit withers quickly- -a
delicacy should be reveled in
surrender- -share the fire- -gently
I’ll warm my heart in you
surrender- – savor sweet kisses
 

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Catch Me

I slip- -you catch me
in the gentle rhythm
of your heart- -before
I fall away- –
breathless and dizzy,
ensconse me- -love.

Your voice- -touch
– -delicate, passionate soul- –
fire and wisdom
complete me in ways
life alone cannot do.

I would
lose myself in you
                             forever
– -a blessing.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Come to You

I come to you seeking refuge
from my heart,
and the point of being.
I need velvet pouches
of diamond dust wisdom- –
your splintered moon’s
profound treasure- -profound
measure of all the right words,
sentimental and sound enough
to wrap my heart around.

Cold- –
shining sun passes
quickly giving way to twilight.
I might not wait for words
spilling from a splintered moon.
I have no cloak for protection
from the war of heart
versus mind- -mind
versus soul.  I’ve done the math,
a thousand splintered moons
have passed since purpose
escaped my grasp.

I don’t want empty words
of reason’s reasoning
on excuses, or the proper
seasons for making love.
– -I come to you
seeking refuge from my heart
and the point of being
in my skin.  I need
a cloak of protection
to swathe my inner child in.
She’s waiting for answers and sweets- –
needing a reason for being,
beyond- –
           simply being.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
Photograph a family photo, Copyright 2010,
by Suzie Ashby.

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Crystal Cavern

Handsome,
a candle flickers warm
in your gaze- -I am
held there- -peering in.
We waltz in your crystal
cavern heart- -circles
and laughter.
Dripping silver trickles
down your arm feeding
love between the lines.
Paper ages in ways
unconditional love
will never know.
Hand me the need
I see in the flame- –
tangible- -red,
a key on a chain
for my pocket- -will
let me in safely.  I’ll be
pink raspberry
fudge on your tongue
– -melting love.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Heart Exposed

Expose
my heart
render
it still- –
moonlight
playing
across
deep green
forest.
Your eyes
sparkle
eager- –
fervor
diver- -diving
              for my
              soul’s core.
              Hunger’s
              power
              surging- –
              my blood
              burns- -race
              my heart
              on this
              firebox
              threshold.
              I beg- –
              urging
              our lips
              converge,
              devour- -requite
                               our needs.
                               Moonlight’s
                               promise
                               carried
                               upon
                               our skin
                               and its
                               liquid
                               silver
                               sparkle- –
                               within
                               your eyes.- –
                               You have
                               my heart
                               exposed.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.

Merging

Pre-dawn moon glow bleeds
opalescent needles of light
through the pain.
On the sill- -crystals
absorb energy.
Night on fire- –
creativity dances electric- –
sparks ignite.
Brain and body- -one
with heart- -with soul,
flow energy- -flow
with the drumming
deep inside- -outward spiraling.
Moving in time- -swaying
through time,
I begin again.

Perceptions- –
intuition- -light
white-hot,
thoughts, words
flow fire and ice
from my hand- –
warmed by Grandmother Moon,
moved by love- -by God’s grace.
Gifts to loves and lives
across the cosmos.
My soul bleeds, too- –
in wave forms smashing
along the shoreline
of a distant star’s energy
pulsating inside your mind- –
and we connect- -synchronicity,
LOVE.  How can we not
feel such a merging.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.