The Supernatural Love Complex

Not that SUPERNATURAL....

Adulthood means absolutely nothing until you become a parent. Until then we are childlike still self absorbed, narcissistic and selfish with our heads up our rear ends. True maturity begins when you bring something living into this world. Not your creation but Gods’. You count for very little until you can feel the very livelihood of another human as being dependent on your own, until you can be last or even skip a turn purely for the joy of your own. There lies the factual challenge.

Getting Parenthood right however is an entire book plus three sequels or so I have heard.

I wouldn’t know of course, I am yet to qualify for this heavenly responsibility. This is purely from observation and the accounts of well matured parents, my own included. 

My Claim to PARENTHOOD

I can relate in that when I think about my niece and nephews; I may have not been pregnant with either of them but to my credit have watched them grow, changed their nuclear bomb like nappies, read them their most favourite and yet painfully tedious bedtime stories, fed them mush and wiped it off me once they have regurgitated it onto my favourite t-shirts, the works.

Fire...

Listen to FIRE here..

Pen to recycled paper under the shadowy candlelight

I think of things I would rather do in the wax scented air, you and me body to body

I’d rather be on top in control of every stroke as we rock

For you I will surrender my independence

Lower myself to your peasant when you starve me of the good taste,

That loving you bring me

Your sex is on fire undoubtedly,

My heart nearly expires at the slightest caress of your fingers

You know where…

That paradise of explosion you know so well as you charter me there first class

Erotic eruptions, don’t change the linen, your essence rouses my loins

Back arched, I become a contortionist for you, reaching for the ceiling

Voices hoarse

The walls ringing with panted echoes of our names

Seeing the very galaxies from a view so high then a drop so sharp

I choke back tears I’ve lost all fears

The bed, cold floor and dirty bathroom is our sanctuary

Swapping much more than just bodily fluids

Let a part of you grow within me

A bigger entity intertwined

Oh so spiritually

Legs wrapped, heart, mind, and soul combined out of control just on a roll

The insatiable hunger hits me like a fever…

Fire…

One look at me is beyond ecstatic, somersaults and acrobatics in my mind running through my nerves…the surface of my skin trembling…hearts resounding the same song as you slip off my thong

Murmuring sweetness…

I am NOT in love…

I am willingly completely sexually domesticated

Are you?

This is the Fire that resides in my desire for you.

You-viduality

Youth surely is bliss courtesy of all the ignorance bread as you skip along a golden unassigned path, tweeting blue birds in tow – Red Riding Hood style.

It won’t be for long though…

Soon you will fumble, rumble and tumble through the fitness course of experience

A few scrapes, lip bleeds, bruises and birthdays you’ll be an adult in living colour

The inevitable swap as you exchange emancipation from your life long investors, the dreamers and believers of your outlook for public drug and sex related dependency.

Wedging your ‘own’ path as they say...

Oh the irony!

You continue to trade the wisdom that has been forced fed for self inflicted stupidity Carnality of carnalities, in pursuit of individuality blurred at the edges,

Blended in by those whose opinions aren’t the value of a worn out coin

But alas you let them throw pennies in your pools of thought

Placing their filthy assumptions into your mind

As their notions procreate with your own ambitions

Alone

I am alone, I hear the faint sounds of the television in the next room, speaking of thickets of smoke, mushrooming lands I am so far from…

The frogs croak by the swimming pool, communicating, their mundane routine, “what’s for supper”, “will you marry me?” or “how bout we just f*ck” …at least for now that remains my translation.

I lie on this bed alas I am still alone, thinking hard to end the sadness.

My heart dances with anxiety, blood rushes inside of me.

I think to myself it might just overflow or take control of my actions…like thoughts darting through my brain as tadpoles in puddles, glory to the rain.

All these things happen but alas I am still alone … propelling my will toward movement of any kind to regain possession of this crazy mind of mine, focus I murmur, focus Now …

We are only a few steps closer to the ledge inch by inch step by raggedy step …the edge draws me near… I clench it tight no letting go in sight even though it is still unclear what this light means… it teases me only a glimpse as it kisses my eyes with a sting… butterflies in my echoing belly, tingles in my finger tips, could this be it?

With one last push my sight regained warm fuzzy shadows surround me.

For the first time in the immeasurable I AM NOT ALONE.