Showing posts with label me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label me. Show all posts

I want to proclaim to the gods
What I cannot say to you
Because you,
You are my kryptonite
And the closer I get to you
The closer I get to my own demise.
I despise what has become of us
To no fault but my own
I let you go
Because I couldn't let you know
How weak I was to you...
I had a poise to maintain.

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Monday, September 29, 2014 Posted in | , , , , | 0 Comments »

Take in your hands the delicacy of the confidence that has been discovered only in recent times, find it in the stillness of my body when I stand in front of you with everything to give and nothing to lose.. See it in the corner of my eye when I look at you with intent and waiting for what is subsequent... Feel it in the way that my hands memorize your face, shoulders, and study the way your veins in your arms trace paces to the palms of your hands.. When my fingers gently hold yours, feel the confidence that has been newly found, and revel in it. With love, Vida

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Saturday, February 1, 2014 Posted in | , , , , , , , , , | 0 Comments »

I do not have time for sexy
if it means I do not dance.
I am far too strong
Too fly
for that shit.
My body is too strong
to only look like
it knows what its doing
by the bar,
less then half the time.
My thighs are too strong
for a two step.
My arms are too strong
to sway side to side.

I am too lost
between the bars and the beat
to be held up
by you
who want to grab my hand
and assume
I will press myself
up against you
hot and tight
only for you
not to be able to keep up
with my hips
that move side to side
and invade your space
just enough
for you to feel comfortable.

Instead,
simply ask-
If I may welcome you
into my pure,
unadulterated,
Ecstasy.

My euphoria lies
in conditioning my body
to endure like a Spartan.
My arms hold my balance
grabbing the air
as if there was something there.
I will push my legs
to the very limits
as they question
their existence
as thighs or
pillars to the Colosseum,
My hips
you know
the ones passed from the Goddesses
yeah, those.
My center
your guiding light
through a set
of Salsa
Bachata
Merengue
Dancehall
Reggae
and everything in between.

If you are brave,
we can sweat together
get lost together.
Because I do not have time for you
if it means I do not dance.

I'm far too fly
for that shit.






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Monday, October 14, 2013 Posted in | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 0 Comments »

"Love's pure silver silver flame 
gives each innermost spirit 
invisible warmth."
-Artist Unknown
Your love reaches deep within me. It gropes at the darkness of where it last slept and finds that it no longer carries the scent of you but left abandoned like the first class in the Titanic. It's been centuries from lives past since love last resided there before it left for a few lifetimes to go fight for herself. She braved on as men invaded her land and stole her children to make them work as dogs. She was the leader of an army of Amazon woman warriors but they were more like goddesses, their love for their people kept them alive. Before the days of war, were the lives of leisure, when she ruled the pyramids and supported the world on the balance of her shoulder with her hips. Love hadn't been there since before Eve sprang from Adam's rib and the dirt from the earth as they fell into the hole of original sin.
Your love entered me without hesitance. A bright white light around the room when you walked in. The north star of David stood in second and third place while the flame your love carried with bare hands and risked second and third degree burns shined brightly. Your love burned hot silver and warmed every corner that was once frigid and lonely. Your love reached deep inside me past every molecule of me that stood in the way and charged to my innermost self. The place where only I resided, but barely knew. With its light, your love came in and revealed parts of me that were lost in those past lifetimes. A love for myself and for those around me. I will spread the love that you gave to me and reach deep inside others with my heart as your hand holds mine and touches my soul at the same time.


...In a haiku poem, only half the story is told... It is the other half you must pay close attention to.

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Friday, July 9, 2010 Posted in | , , , , , , , , , | 0 Comments »