Our Fire

He calls me to his side,

"Come to me, my Love!"

And I answer.

He touches me with his words,

He touches me with his spirit,

He touches me with his eyes.

He raises the fire inside to a burning inferno

That will not be quenched by any other.

I have searched a lifetime,

And here he is!

I will not fall again,

I will not fail again,

I will not allow anything but

My heart to speak.

He calls me to his side,

"Come to me, my Love!"

And I answer.

Listen to Your Heart

There is one that I trust implicitly, and he is the one to whom I have given more of heart than anyone else.  There are times when I have wondered if he feels the same, and yet, when I hear his voice and feel his presence, I know.  When my head would tell me no, my heart says differently.  And I am guided by my heart.

We have an understanding, he and I.  We have a bond, he and I.  I do not know where it is going or how it will reveal itself, but I do know that I am listening to what my heart says in this.  When I fail to listen, I fall to a place of loneliness and pain.  

And then he comes to pick up the pieces, put them back together, and tell me everything is all right.  It is those times that I realize how very special this is and how very much I want to please him.

He takes me to places I have never been and allows me to soar as me – not who he wants me to be and not who the world wants me to be.  He flies with me, ever ready to protect me from falling and protect me from harm.  

Oh, I protect him too.  Because a King is nothing with his Queen to protect him.  I submit to him because I trust him and desire to allow him to take me as his.  In this, he is mine.  In this, he holds the key to my heart, and I his.  

There is a song by Alicia Keys called Listen to Your Heart that says it so well.  The first lines are:

He says
Have no fear
Open up
Let me in

He says
Take a chance
Here's your song
Time to dance

That is what he says, and that is what I am doing – dancing to my song, his gift to me and my gift to him.

Who is he?  Ah, that is my own hidden treasure.  Why, he is my soul - my spirit - my power - my being! 

When you left, you left a gaping hole in my heart.  I woke each morning with a silent scream crying out for you, but you never answered. 

And now, you come back, but there is something missing.  I opened my heart once again, but the silence is deadening.  There is nothing left anymore.  The pain is too much and I have reached the edge of what I can handle of this.  I have been pushed too far.

Who do you think you are?

Primal Instincts

Sometimes, as a woman, I just need to go back to my primal instincts.  This is the title of this painting I finished this winter, Primal Instincts.  It calls me to have the vision of my own beauty and value – my sacredness that was impregnated long, long ago.  My sensuality that is at the very core of my being that cries out to be fed.  

The tears have been shed. The release has been completed. And now I search for the lover that will take me beyond my imagined boundaries.  I search for him who sees me, understands me, accepts me as I am.  

I am not broken, and I don’t need saved.  I just need to feel that feeling of being his once again. I sent out the call, and one answered.  He has left, but I know that there is another that will heed the call.  I am prepared this time.  I am ready to give into the perfections of my own imperfection – my flaws that are my beauty.  I am ready.  Is He?