Blisters on my Feet

The music drifted through the dark room as she swayed alone.
She wished he was with her.
She wanted to be perched beside him watching him work. Marveling at his artistry.
Her desire was to have the music on, spinning her tales while he worked away beside her in his own creative haze.
A pause in their dreaming to kiss, smile at one another and then back to their respective works.

She spun in a circle and then paused before the window.
A super moon was out. Huge. Bright. A night time sun was brightening the world and showing its beautiful pock marked face.

She felt the stab of pain in her heart. She missed him.
He just left. No words. No answer. But he remains within sight and that hurts the most.

Grabbing a dry erase marker she wrote on the window so the moon could illuminate her message to him.

I have blisters on my feet from dancing alone with your ghost.

The tears rolled down her cheeks as she stood in the moonlight alone, heart aching.

Don't Fall In Love With People Like Me

(Quote by: Caitlyn Siehl, Litrerary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems)

Who was that standing next to her car in this hot garage.
The air did not move through the concrete structure and so the air was hot and still.
How did he know where she parked in this 9 level monstrosity.
How did he know which car was hers.
Her heart hammered within and her mind spun to so many possibilities and answers that she was almost panting with the effort to stay calm when she reached him.

He looked thinner. His dark eyes older; if that was possible. He had a small, tentative smile on his lips.
She still did not trust him and she knew that what was here would not be good for them.
This was not the way. She was not good for him. She would not spare his heart, which she knew was guarded with barbed razor wire.

"Hi." he said softly.

"Hi." she returned and watched him with unveiled curiosity.
"Why are you here?" she asked after a moment of their eyes locked to one another.
She could not look into those dark depths too long, it was like being hypnotized by desire and need. She would not fall in that abyss again.

"I thought...well....I guess I thought you would be happy to see me." He said with some uncertainty in his voice.

A frown creased her brow and before she could speak he continued.

"I know we can't start over but maybe we can start again, from here?" he cocked his head at her, looking so delicious she was trembling from the effort not to reach out to touch him to see if he was real.

Her heart cramped in her chest with memories. She would always love him but could he handle her. Handle the way she was. The intensity of her love. Their connection.

"Start again to go where?" she asked softly and stepped closer. She could smell him now. Spicy and sweet. Delightful and intoxicating.

"I love you....it's that simple. I want to give this a shot. I want to not be afraid to love you. To be with you. To be in your world, openly." he said in a rush and she could see he was as affected by her as she was by him.

Another step closer and she was looking up into his eyes. Feeling the heat radiating off him was setting her to melting within.
She knew she needed to be harsh and to see if he would run again.

"Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks and monuments and kiss you in every beautiful place so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth." her words were soft as she moved close to him, one hand  gently resting on his chest. His heart was beating furiously and his breath was short with her nearness.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people."

As the last word slipped past her lips his lips crashed to hers in  heated kiss that obliterated any thought she had.
Her purse slipped to the ground as her other arm snaked around his neck so she could mold her body to his. His tongue dipped into her mouth, tasting her deeply and she felt her soul quiver with the touch of her mate.
This was not how it should be, her mind thought in a fuzzy haze.
His assault on her senses continued and she could feel his own arousal against her.
Great Goddess, this man could be away from her all these years, walk back in and take her soul from her with one kiss.

he broke the kiss and cupped her face, staring into her eyes.

"Kiss me in those beautiful places my storm Goddess so I may always remember your taste." he kissed her again then said softly.

"I love storms and I enjoy dancing in the rain."

I Wanted Him

Mesmerized. That is what it is called when you just drink in the sight of someone you desire.
Her gaze wandered over his form as he walked. Shivers washed over her as she watched his hand drag through his hair as he walked,
Teeth bit gently into her lower lip as the desire pooled deep in her belly and she felt hot all over.
Oh she had fantasies, always dancing withing her mind.
The feel of his lips against hers. How he would taste
The texture of his skin sliding over hers.
The depth of his own need mirroring her own making his blue eyes darken with desire.

I wanted him in the bluntest way.
I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms.
I wanted him in the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back.
I wanted him the way rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read.
I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for him.

The desire rages within.
The need to run forth like those waves to touch the shore of him and run away is strong.
Dreams filled with his touch, his kiss, his love.

Dare she ever reveal such a thing?
No.
She had fear that held her back for she knew that this was more than likely one sided.
It pained her to think this.

And so she writes.
Wishes.
Dreams.

That Place Between Sleep and Awake

Wasn't Disneyland supposed to be Magic Kingdom? Where was the magic in her life? All these laughing happy people swirling around her as she stood staring down Main Street, USA.
Music tinkled around her, children squealed with delight as Goofy walked out of a shop ready for his close up.
She did not feel the magic. She felt bereft, alone, and sad.
But she came here to feel better and to erase what had gone before.
Magic existed and knowingly it was within her, but she had no idea how to melt the ice around her heart to feel again.
When she walked away from that place where she left her heart she thought he would scoop it up and come running to her. She really thought he needed time to think things through, to see she really was gone and it was his fault.

She inhaled deeply, smelling popcorn and flowers, and she stepped into the flow of traffic on Main Street. She would find her magic.

After a few rides and one Dole Whip she stood inside a shop that was filled with treasures to bring home. She had always been a sucker for souvenirs.
Her smile was in place, the Matterhorn always made her smile, that ride was always her favorite as a kid.
Then her heart stopped as she saw a plaque leaning against the wall on a small shelf.
Peter Pan stood there and his words rang through her heart.

You know that place between asleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming?
That's where I will always love you, that's where I'll be waiting.

Those words slammed into her like a hammer and she felt the tears well up in her eyes.
That was exactly it and so she typed those words into her phone and sent the text to him before she could even think of the consequences of her actions.

Taking the plaque from the shelf she took it to the counter where it became hers.
Safely in a bag she stepped back out into the throng of people and her phone buzzed.

Heart hammering she looked down to see he had answered.

Where are you? I will meet you in that place so you don't have to wait alone.

A smile crept onto her lips and she pressed call on her phone.

"Where are you?" he said as he answered.

"Disneyland." she said

"LA?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm here for a week...." he cut her off with rushed words.

"I will be there in the morning. Come get me at the airport?"

She knew she looked like a fool standing there in middle of the happiest place on earth with tears sliding down her face but damn it, they were happy tears.

"You want to come here?" her words were almost a whisper

"Yes, I want to be there with you in the Happiest Place on Earth and you can show me around. I have never been. Teach me my love, show me how to live....to love..." he said earnestly.

Her smile was amazing and she said, "I will pick you up....text me the information."

"Ok...I am not going to tell you how I feel just yet...I want to do it there....under the fireworks. See you tomorrow."

"Bye..." she whispered and then stared at her phone in awe.

"He's coming...here....." she said softly to no one as tears still ran down her face.

Suddenly a little girl walked up to her smiling, holding a large white balloon with another balloon in the shape of Mickey inside. The balloon glowed red from a light inside and then she realized it was evening, the balloons were everywhere.

"This is for you......you were crying, this will make the tears stop." she said holding out the balloon.

"Oh...my....um...thank you....but the tears weren't sad they are happy...you see my boyfriend is coming here to see me." she smiled

The little girl's mother then stepped up and took the balloon, pressing it into her hand.

"All the more to take this balloon, red for the color of love." she smiled and took the little girls hand to walk away.

"Thank you.....so much." she said as she watched them walk away.

Her gaze went to the glowing red balloon and she grinned.

Dreams do come true after all.