i used to love him
by ria takharu
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
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[ love for me is a peculiar emotion. for me, its undefined but absolutely, powerfully individual. i never love the same. i love unconditional with such Light that my soft kindness is often mistaken for passion. i have been both terrified of my love and completely compelled to give all that is inside of me through voice, thought, and the creative physical expression. most of my written sketches are on this subject philosophically pondering on my double faces of the shy withdrawn moon child to the extreme obsessed 'cant get you out of my veins' zone i feel for my "love" object. Through my imbalance in coasting in the middle in knowing what love truly is ive remained true to my heart and when the words finally do come down they rain my essence. This is the territory i want (Need) to explore. To take what i've learned about love as a reflection of my deeper self, my superficial self, my confused self, my harmonic self, my childish self, my sage self and remember her inside of me; Maybe the God in Goddess, the Man in Woman, the natural seduction, the chaotic pain in miscommunication and silence. i guess im seeking resolution..]
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I cried watching you
Do you remember?
The way I offered you my organic chocolate chip cookies
Your melodic after 9 messages
chanting "im calling for honeygoddess"
Do you remember?
Informing me to be ready for you
in September cause
Next lifetime was too far to wait
To taste Honey
(I couldn't wait til September.)
Mr moon Aquarius Virgo sun
earth and water standing firm in your voice
spitting thunder to the stage
copper covered sundipped on black set
your shine reflected the orange moon and
I worshiped you
Your student and teacher in the exchange
In the Sutras
I remember when darkness was the Beautiful Mysterious
That held the language of the Gods in the minds of man
In between worlds of physical and spiritual
In the one body of womban
I gave birth to the verse
the first sounds of creation
when I saw your face
"you are a god lion." i would whisper legs straddling your
Thighs erect with ecstasy. "your rhythm is what I need." Pressing
My lips upon your brow sucking the sweet honey in confirmation
You Pulling me in and out
harmoniously thru time
(c)2008. All Rights Reserved.ria takharu.
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