Love in the 4th dimension

reaching beyond the visible

creating bonds indivisible

coursing through veins

erasing stains

healing pains

’till what remains is

intense affection

without any recollection

of what was

 

Love

in the 4th dimension.

 

pushing past the x and y

behind defense lines drawn

spawning a new dawn

from lonely nights and cloudy skies

weary minds and teary eyes

deeper our roots grow

as we lay bare our souls

together

we are each whole

instead of two halves

our salve is

 

Love

in the 4th dimension.

 

the way

your hand fits perfectly in mine

the play

between your rhythm and my rhyme

the day

we locked eyes

we were frozen in time

heartbeats in sync

thump thump…

thump thump…

as the world revolves around us

 

Love

in the 4th dimension.

 

serving with submission

defending with conviction

loving without condition

 

when you shiver

I give you the shirt off my back

then I began to shiver

so you give it right back

 

Love

in the 4th dimension.

Unexpected Hiatus

 

I’m sure some of you have wondered, “Where is Pretti Boi Blue?”  Well, the truth is that my summer has been extremely hectic…

 

Monday-Friday:

I’ve been putting in an insane number of hours at work training several new employees.  The process was very time-intensive.  There were days that I didn’t get a chance to sit at my desk for 8+ hours.  In addition to running the training, I still had my normal duties and paper-pushing to accomplish.  By the time I arrived home from work, I was physically and mentally exhausted (actually, I think I was beyond exhausted.  I just can’t think of the proper adjective to adequately express how I felt…).

 

Saturday-Sunday:

Since I couldn’t spend a lot of quality time with my love during the week, weekends were “her time”.  She and I alternated between hanging out doing various activities and relaxing at home.  We were in the market for a new place, so we did most of our “house-hunting” on the weekends as well.  Soooo many things required my attention at once, thus my blog writing/reading was put on hold for a while.  I have been taking plenty of random notes though (thank goodness for the note-taking and voice recorder apps on my phone, lol)!  And I actually felt guilty for not blogging or posting a brief note about my absence… is that normal? 

 

*shrug*

 

Anyway… things have settled down quite a bit.  The new employees are doing well, my love and I are in the process of moving into our new townhouse, and at least 95 percent of my sanity as returned (I think the remaining 5 percent is lost for good).  Now I can begin turning all those “little random notes” into coherent pieces of poetry, short stories, etc. and catch up on my blog reading (I wonder what I’ve missed, I feel so out of the loop…).

 

So watch out now, ’cause Blue is back in effect, lol! 

Scene I: our first time

Scene I: our first time

 

together

we take an excursion of ecstasy

 

a blissful immersion in

long forgotten urges

 

your mystery unfolds to me

 

riddled with desires untold

to those before

so intently

I listen

while you glisten with

an aura of sexual tension

 

your eyes implore me to travel further

so the depth of your love I do explore

boldly going where no one has gone before

because your space

 

will be my final frontier

 

I don’t tell you what you want to hear

but what you need to hear

to dispel all fear

 

so you surrender

 

rendered speechless

 

as I take total control

thrusting my soul

into you

 

your body begins to

convex and concave

as I make you my love slave

 

“behave.”

you whisper

 

but it’s your waves I crave

so I crash into you

 

creating insane vibrations

pulsating

the tip of your womanhood

 

hell

I wish you would

try to stop me

from making you cum

‘till out peaks the sun

 

like a professor of physics

writing mathematical equations

on the window of your mind

I creep inside

those places you couldn’t hide

 

continuing to cum

I have you contemplating

the space-time continuum

 

now

 

if u will

hold your left leg up

so I can go deeper still

 

girl

you’re gonna spill

until

I’ve had my fill

 

as my ego

feeds a need

to achieve nirvana

your expectations

I will exceed

so best believe

you will never forget

 

our first time

 

 

*intermission… switching positions*

 

Scene II: walls

Scene II: walls

 

never a touch-me-not

you hit all my hot spots

with everything you got

 

your sensual tongue lashing

has me trashing about

dry-mouthed

from all the

moans and groans

 

oh, shit baby

 

you are holding your own.

 

now

you tell me

to let go

 

why?

 

because you said so.

 

fuck.

 

the tables have turned.

 

yearning for a taste

no time do you waste

as you greedily attack

I can’t hold back

cumming forth like

a surging sea

because you created

a sense of urgency

exhausting me

of it all

you almost

turn me out

 

almost.

 

but DAMN if you didn’t

have me climbing walls

 

 

Final Scene: afterglow

Final Scene: afterglow

 

we assumed positions

that others mentioned

couldn’t be done

 

they were done

 

and then some

 

with great flexibility

plus

our ability to perform

all the rules of norm

were broken

 

blankets

sheets

pillows

clothes

 

thrown

 

every

which

way

 

we lay

 

spent

 

reminiscing

about our recent events

not wishing for

nor remotely missing

past lovers

because

we are each others’

best

 

as we rest

with your head

upon my chest

a single thought

is shared

 

wow…

 

 

*Fin… until we meet again…*

 

Cyclical Damage

cyclical damage

  

I cry out for you 

like a siren in the wind.

 

spending my days

walking amidst your denial

while you worry about

your trials and tribulations

praying,

“Lord, send me my blessing.”

stressing and confessing your sins

promising to make amends

with enemies and friends.

  

you front.

 

to get what you want. 

 

yet you are forgiven 

 

for living a lie.

  

I try sowing a seed 

deep within your psyche

but it’s unlikely 

that you will water it

with Truth

because it’s just like you

to subdue your mind 

and hide behind 

a deluge of words

denying the urge

to prune

dead branches

though the damage

will be exponential

 not reaching your

full potential 

if you wait too long.

  

fearing you’re not strong enough 

to run the race

your pace slows up

as your desires play tricks

revealing quick fixes

for your troubled heart

and you start

down the path of least resistance

which is consistent with the law

that destines you

to repeat your past

infecting you

with fatal flaws

that hinder your prosperity 

and the disparity between

 

who you are 

 

and

 

who you could be

 

grows larger 

 

thus

it’s smarter to surrender

before you hinder

the completion of your blessing.

  

but you don’t hear me.

 

I’m  just a

 siren in the wind.

 

spending my days

walking amidst your denial

while you worry about

your trials and tribulations

praying,

“Lord, send me my blessing.”

stressing and confessing your sins

promising to make amends

with enemies and friends…

 

Conflicted Addiction

Conflicted Addiction

 

there is You.

there is Me.

locked in a battle

destined to be.

 

You.

reflect Me.

but We.

neglect

Our chemistry.

 

sharing a language

unspoken

with tokens of

admiration and symmetry.

 

can it be

that when We

became

three minus one

that Our fate

had just begun

to play out?

 

without a doubt

Our tunnel vision

caused a sideways collision

into blind spots

that are now hot

with fury

 

as a flurry of emotion

gave way to

a blending of

right and wrong

sight without sound

love

turned upside-down

never

to be righted again

 

with

bygone emotions

wreaking havoc

causing

a commotion

in the present tense.

 

it makes no sense

whatsoever

how ever clever

We may be.

 

who is to blame for this game

with a name of no consequence

that’s turned on its end?

 

blood-stained hearts

and

war-torn minds

remind Us

of

what could have been

of

what should have been

between

Us.

 

Friends.

 

crossing my mind

a chimera of sorts

where We

laugh and cavort

 

Cohorts.

 

locked

in a symbolic embrace

as We re-trace

Our steps

to this place of

symbiotic peace

 

where mellifluent

sometimes incongruent

understanding

passes between Us.

 

a bond

born of a need

to save one another

from Ourselves

and this prison

known as Addiction

because

above all else

 

You. and Me.

 

We.

are One.

and the same.