Original Power Nap

this was one of those days
that I craved to hear your voice over the phone
whispering
"what are you wearing"
mimicking your soft tone
I’d answer
with details that no one else would ever know
like
the
silk that
covered my rose petal’d lips silencing their obvious ferment
the
lace that
hugged my nipples so gently
I’d include things that I knew
would peak your interest
creating a image that begged for 4-D sensory
reality, touch
taste,
smell,
sounds like promises made in vain
weekend rendezvous
yes
but not for the obvious
together we’d fit
easy like
puzzle pieces
each curve would bend perfectly
the heat would
lull our bodies to sleep while
you hum
unconsciously

"if you are worried bout where"

"I’d been or who I saw or…"

"baby don’t worry you know that"

"…..you got me”

with deep sighed response, I’d agree
as if on cue
our bodies move
change positions until comfort sets in
we’d meld extremities until our
heartbeats would synchronize
like decoder watches at the bottom of cereal boxes
so excited to finally be able to hold the prize
sustenance would take a back seat
just so we
could
marinate in holding intangibles

"I love us"

we muse our hearts together like quilting techniques
handed down from generations of "what could have been"
only to remain distant lovers
living in depressed states seeking the justifiable
escape
knowing that the time allotted for us
will expire soon
we
plaster smiles on our faces
mimic joy in our voices
traveling in separate directions
back home; back to chained fools
in love with confused hearts reminiscing on power naps
clinging to
an intimacy untouched
never acknowledging
the depth that was left
sleeping
on queen sized sheets
in master bedrooms
filled with
vanilla
scented
candle perfumes

to be honest...

I really didn't like my last post. I think for a moment I stepped out of my normal realm of writing for the sake of pleasing someone else or perhaps it was I was being pushed to do "better" than my normal. For that, I apologize. There were some aspects of the last piece that I liked perhaps I'll revise it and make it more me....not sure just yet what I will do with it. The ENTIRE premise was based on the beauty of a nap betweenst lovers, friends, lovers & friends - whatever title you prefer. Perhaps I was thinking too much.....none of that matters now. I revert to my bedroom with my three closest and dearest friends (Mike Jones, BobiAnne, & John D'Baptiste) okay so many they aren't' my closest and dearest friends but at least I can rant and rave and they not talk back....that's what I need NO BACK TALK (giggle)


Shai "the artist who really is a recluse disguising as a socialite"

power nap

preface: it is in our sleep we are our most vulnerable. it is in the same space in time we feel our most safe.

The Visit

I see him
clear as the day is new
for a moment I allow my eyes to drink his visage
seems almost unquenchable
this thirst
then it begins
the tickle in my heart followed by the fluttering of
a million humming birds all wanting to perch on my
emoted soul
the core of my being is lost in this world
beseeching his rescue
and once the flutter in my heart has passed
I become able to regain some part of my humanity
against the backdrop of what seems unbelievable
we
are
here
what seemed like an eternity of silence is broken
as we exchange pleasantries

“what took you so long?”

“there was traffic”

It is in that moment I become
lost
seemingly enchanted with fear
his eyes see my detriment
take note
of my confidence’s absence
he steps into my world for a moment
our embrace sighs in relief

“damn I’ve missed you”

“how do we pick up from here?”

“i
don’t
know”

we speak without words
time plays out like a movie
all lights
all cameras
all actions
void of depth; the surface is too hot to touch
we fear scars left
pain is easy it can be worked through but scars are forever
constant reminders of promises un-kept
so
dare not
touch

Saturday beckons our lethargy
safety is found
resting in the arms of my beloved
it plays on repeat
my favorite ballad, the slow rhythmic sounds of his breathing
soothes all worries
never leave
shall
he?
I close my eyes confidently
as we sleep. . .

Inspiration came tippin in at 2:40am
Whispering in husk voice

“wake up”

nudging me gently

“wake up”

I must ignore him
He who steals my slumber for words
That do nothing but lay in atrophy across Ms Office document pages
Words that may never be read or spoken
Words that will probably die with me
Ignore him
I must

“wake up”

I feel him all over me
Even in my sleep my body responds
Naturally
We tussle with languages and melodies
Dare each other to disagree
We wrestle with taboo topics
What’s considered PC
We
phuck for fun
and
write for life

This
is our nightly ritual

“wake up”

but I have to work tomorrow

“wake up”

I have a headache?

“wake up”

well maybe just for ten minutes but then I have to…

“wake up – its time to write”

inspiration came tippin’ in at 2:40am
glad that I
finally
gave him the key