Know Me

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Sleep calls.

And as I fall into my pillow

and take stock of our times,

together,

I truly wonder

how well we know each other-

ever knew each other-

and

why it doesn’t really matter

if we ever,

really,

can.

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She voted one way,  he the other.  They strike a balance.  And never, really rest.

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#for Reticent Mental Property. Image courtesy of Getty Images stock photos.

She Knows.

imstilllearning

I’ve done my research sweetheart.

I know where you’ve been.

I know who you did.

I know the lies you’ve lied.

I know the lines you’ve lived.

Let them tumble forth, be captured here, entranced in the facade of revelation.

Speak to me in no more riddles.

Tell yourself you have no more tears.

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The mofo had messed with her heart. He would soon feel the echo of his own. 

#for ReticentMentalProperty Images courtesy of the web. Post observation by RET: This is the only time the title of a post uses definitive punctuation.

 

 

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Sensual stillness

 

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I will remember the contrast of stillness to a sharp awakening, the quivering eruptions on flesh gone suddenly cold, but so alive at your strike. You knew all of me. You found your strongest gentle side.

I remember the quest to put admirable lessons into the memories of our muses, contentment from pews full of knowers when our days were done. Pitiful goals, we abandoned them in salute to our fit. 

I will remember to never settle for less than a knee-weakening kiss. So telling. Listen. 

I will remember the the awareness of how little I knew once. I am forever indebted to my teachers. To yours.  Lessons good and not. 

I will remember his attempted tether through suggestion of my inaccuracies and perceptions, the misunderstanding of physical poetic desire, his understanding of sensual energy, borne raw in touch and birthed and cradled in the arms of conversation and wit.

Engage. Be heard. Learn, I implored. I was speaking to myself, before all others. 

Above all, I remember my willingness to walk, the power of my place in my time and of my choice.  

When do we admit our worth is at stake?

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She embraced the humbled strength of experience, tolerance fired with the heat of perspective.

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#for Reticent Mental Property. March 24, 2015. Images courtesy of the web.

Wanderlust

I am hurting

but I will heal.

I hear the bones of life are stronger

for the breaking, the mending.

The spine and mind

confirm the standstill of time

while we pull ourselves up

to clifftops washed in the colors of breathing.

Why

regret the splattering of marrow?

Why

attempt to heal all battles with sensual strumming?

Let us not waste our renewed

wanderlust.

Step off of the safest roads,

risk injury for your story,

get into those pages of your most painful stirrings,

let tender care bandage the mistakes of the wisdom making,

and kick out the crutch of your comfort.

Lean into me

Recklessly, headlong, headstrong into the dawn of your choosing,

mouth open, head back, hair streaming, laughing out loud joyful crooning,

a song of your own,

authentic and worthy of earth’s turning.

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It was the summer she learned to sip Scotch, shoot pool and cook for one. 

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#for Reticent Mental Property. Image courtesy of the web.

 

 

 

Paine- quote day

 

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The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark.

Thomas Paine

January 10, 1776: On this day, Common Sense was published by Thomas Paine, one of the Founding Fathers of the United States. He donated a big chunk of the book’s profits to the Continental Army. (goodreads.com)

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There was no going back to what was. She could only fall forward. And did.

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#for Reticent Mental Property. Images courtesy of the web.

Inhaled Over Oysters

RMPbesamemucho
 A re-post of a favorite from about a year ago. Kisses- Ret

Lyrics to Besame Mucho :

Besame,

besame mucho

como si fuera ésta noche

la última vez

Besame, besame mucho

que tengo miedo a perderte

perderte después

Besame,

besame mucho

como si fuera ésta noche

la última vez

Besame, besame mucho
que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte después

Quiero tenerte muy cerca
mirarme en tus ojos
verte junto a mi
Piensa que tal vez mañana
yo ya estaré lejos,
muy lejos de ti

Besame,
besame mucho
como si fuera ésta noche
la última vez

Besame, besame mucho
que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte después

Besame,
besame mucho
que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte despues

que tengo miedo a perderte
perderte despues…

(gracias a Yolanda por esta letra)

Besame Mucho Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]

kiss me
kiss me many times
as if this night
was our last time

kiss me
kiss me many times
because I’m so afraid to lose you
to lose you later on

I want you close to me
and to look at myself in your eyes,
to see you next to me.
Think that maybe tomorrow,
I will be far, very far from you

kiss me
kiss me many times
as if this night
was our last time

kiss me
kiss me many times
because I’m so afraid to lose you
to lose you later on

Oh.my. (fanning herself)  He had such sensual tastes in his music.

#for Reticent Mental Property