Whispers

To the crossroads man, the ancient one with many faces. The trickster, and purifier of hearts:

"She surrendered her power to the midnight man in exchange for a mirage made of love
She had done this before more times than twice
This time she began opening her eyes
She saw that the midnight man wore many faces
He shape shifted to hook her heart when he found her idle and wanting
She stood tall and proud of the life she did found
Yet she never stopped longing for a mate

She imagined the one that would raise up beside her
They would dance and create castles in the sky
The midnight man lurked in her fancies in the clouds
Tapping his fingertips one by one as another began to form in her path
He whispered sweet nothings through many men's faces
He graced her with dreams of sweets and security
Each time she found herself falling down, and her power washing away.

She looked in the mirror and saw all her fears in a face she put on just for him
She put it on so he'd love her, and feed her, and cloth her
She did it for diamonds, and love colored jewels
She thought I'm not hungry, and my bed is warm
Though she noticed her heart ached, and her womb emptied out
She looked across at her lover sitting worlds away
She wondered if he saw her, did he need her or want her
He looked up at her then, with vacant love in his eyes
It stabbed deep in her heart
The midnight man whispered not through the man but through somewhere deep down inside her.

He vibrated through her asking if she was ready to move from here
He whispered I give you powerlessness so you may grasp your power
I shatter your identity, so you may come back together renewed
So you may see that the partner you crave is you
The safety you crave is held in your heart
The love you crave is locked up inside you.

The midnight man took her by the hand
He beckoned her even deeper into this man beside her
My child come here deep, come dark in your heart
Dive deep into the shadows of this fractured piece of your soul
I will shape into your fears, and break you to tears
You will become empty of illusions, and graspings for love
You will crawl through the trenches until you find the treasures that only you hold.

She found herself in the mud on elbows and knees
She came to a steep drop between a few trees
She tried to stop the inevitable, but soon found herself falling
Deeper and deeper she screamed for reprieve
She fell almost floating to a doorway made of gold and emeralds
It was glowing through the void
This door terrified her, where could it lead?
What will I become?
If I enter love with myself as the midnight man says, then how can I ever find love with another?

The midnight man watched through the eyes in the dark
Would he take shape again, or would she stand finally sick of pretend
She gathered her strength and all of her courage
She pulled herself up and struck aside her tears
She walked up to the door, and found it already waiting wide open
She stepped through and found standing inside the union she hadn't known to even long for
She stepped up whole, full of heart before the midnight man
He smiled his queer smile, and held out his hand
Now what does your heart truly desire?"

Alchemy Of Being Alive

"I feel hurt.

Hurt as if a cherished lover pierced through my very core.

Pierced after your most vulnerable parts have been laid bare.

As if they planned for it.

To find your weakness, and draw from it.

To tear you apart slowly.

Thinly flaying your flesh.

Finding darkly fueled satisfaction from the blood that is flowing with more, and more perseverance. As they cut deeper, and deeper into your being.

You don't falter in your stance, finding the pain inspiring your strength.

You grow stoic, and focussed.

As this lover carves into you, and tears you apart.

You find you are taking shape in an entirely new form.

Each piece of flesh that falls from you, takes with it the stagnant remnants of who you used to be.

So I am hurt.

I am filled with pain, and longing for reprieve.

Though as I fix my focus ahead, and away from the sorrow of what has been shed from me.

I find my fires burning again, and I stand tall to the heights of the heavens.

I cast my gaze down to this unflinching lover, and thank them for their service.

As I fly back home to the stars.

I am empty of what used to be, and filled once again with the spark of my soul."

~Marisha~

Play Pretend

"She wanders aimlessly, wondering if she can fall back to sleep.

What is this endless road I'm on, will I ever find my home.

I'm speechless because I'm lost at sea. 

Words escape me, as I swallow the leaves. 

The trees hold my mother when the storm rages on winds. 

I left in the evening when there were stars still in the sky. 

I wrapped my head in fine silks, and buried the sands. 

I wanted to know I'd made a difference so I hid my hands. 

I don't understand how I got here, but my heart likes to whisper. 

I call her a gossip, but she doesn't like to hide. 

The man with the boat has always been my friend. 

Sometimes he sends me wanderers with secrets. 

I like to play pretend, and close my eyes wide.

Golden heights glisten on your way back down. 

If I hit the ground running I would own the world." 

~Marisha~

Salacious

"Salacious.

My deep satin moans inspire your blood flows

In all directions my fingertips design highways on your skin

Slide you in slowly, what's the rush

Let this night become the sun comes up

I lay with dew drops between my thighs as I come deep inside your eyes

I see you

As the light breaks in the cloudy sky

I find you between sheets, and tenderness

Can we become the world caught in endless moments?

I want to see the universe unfold in you

I want to grip the side of the bed for you

Climb into me and awake epiphanies

You become my throne, I rule your body's hardened lands

Bring me your passion, laid at my feet

Let me eat a piece of you

I never knew 

Tell me where I hide when my heart lays open in front of you

Can you open up your own, and dance without a game for two

I want you open

No I do's or forget me nots

Salacious."

~Marisha~

Peace

"Tell me who you are

When I'm running round chasing stars

I 

Find You in the moon"

~Marisha

When A Watcher Fell

"We were never ending, when we came together

We were red silk playing across your tender skin in the late afternoon

With the darkness of temptation looming as the sun slowly set on the horizon

We were wild fires cutting across the desert storm

I am him, and he is me

We cannot be but one

Though we are seen separate in the bodies of the sky

The sky held up by the great endless Nuit

Her body a dim deep blue, with stars freckling her thighs

Mother of all time, she unfolds us into cosmos we seek to find

Tell me can we ever be forgotten

Are we your crowning jewel

Where did father go when he was consumed by the darkness

He is the shadow, and the void

He is the one they turn to when they can no longer hide

We watch, because we have to

It's the lights, they shine on in an endless way

All consuming

Consume me, I want to dance on the ground floor

I want to feel sorrow become me

I want to fuck raw in the primal forests under the moon

I want to feel the pines prickle my back as he pushes into my swelling wonder with his thick exchange

I am in wonder, I want to become creation

Yet I already am

Oh the body

To reside in your eyes, watching and lightly feeling your feet sink into the soil

Yet still
 Sinking down to be in the bottoms of your feet

Feeling the tightness of the dirt pack under the pressure of your flesh

Hugging the earth deeply with each step, hearing the crunch of ancient stones between your toes

I am besotted

I am misaligned by this pure and tender infatuation

I want to go home when the grief takes me, when the rage of the waters boil through me

Then I'm seduced back to the fragile bodies, and the darkened fascination of separation

Ups and downs become me

This is the greatest amusement, a wrinkle in time

I may never leave unless she calls me home

Yet she is in me coursing through my blue jade blood

She whispers seducing me deeper into the place where time ticks

Where the witches are missed, and the Gods are forgotten

This place that drowns out the call of the soul

It is marvelous

May I marvel."

~Marisha

Burning In A Sleepless Night

"A wild woman inside of a pastry shell

Inside of strawberry jam

Sweet as a button, but it never lasts

She is what she's supposed to be

She steps into line, because she can't fathom her own demise

I write because I don't have the words

I spell it out because I can't grasp myself any other way

I smile when they make a joke, and it's getting old

Am I destined to be alone

Because the old charms aren't reeling them in like they used to

I want to be a picture, but I'm becoming a reflection

Hollow, and bound to expiration as the wind blows

I met a ghost, and he told me the tides change but they are still bound to the same waters

I want to find a home that is like the last

I want to fit in with the distant past

Always looking back at the wastelands, and forgetting

Unfolding in an endless dark night

What must I leave behind, she asks as she grips onto herself

White knuckles turn to snow, under an endless sky of eternity

Alive, but un living

Pulled far outside of time, yet I tie a lone thread around my neck just to stay connected to the ticking of the clock

Just to feel the rugged sands slowly slice my skin

I want to be in love like the girl in the movies

I want to scream into the winds as the ocean sweeps me away

I want to disappear into the roots, and become the soil

The sun keeps calling me, but I'm afraid that I'll be burned to nothing."

~Marisha