…what if

August 29, 2014February 23, 2015 / my secret innuendo / 3 Comments

You love the fire. You are it, moving quickly, emulating its spark. Your miles to go in your mind, before calmed, drive you. Transfixed on you I am.

Be you, be the you I have known. Smile at me until I melt into something else. You are beyond getting my attention. You make me know why I’m alive.

And now I’m on fire because when I first saw you, recently and not, I fell in love with you. All I knew from before, relived in a moment, rejoined with all that we created then, to be continued later. You smiled when you knew I loved you then. You knew. You know now.

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melt me, soon

August 21, 2011February 23, 2015 / my secret innuendo / 8 Comments

my heart
is your
garden
.
looking into
you
my eyes
touched your
clouds
.
the ones
that drink in
their deserts
.
to answer,
i floated
in dark leaves
.
knowing you
would
melt me,
soon

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breathless inspiration

October 14, 2010December 30, 2010 / my secret innuendo / Leave a comment

“Kevala kumbhaka transfixed inspiration melts us, ” as eloquently put by Stuart Sovatsky in his book, Your Perfect Lips: A Spiritual-Erotic Memoir.

Spontaneously breathless awe or serenity is what life should be about. In every moment, in all that we do. Can you imagine this?

Just the happy days, with freedom and no plans for what will be. Does it seem possible? It is in a feeling, not to be described with usual words spoken to describe life.

The sense that you lose your breath and it doesn’t matter. Your heart stops to stare at time in a moment that also stops. It is Tantra.

It melts me to think of how you would be here this morning, but this memory is only a moment in time — a time that happens any time. So, I let go of time.

I feel your wind whisper to me anyway in my transfixed melting moment dans ma cœur. Thank you.