No Words

I won’t say a thing
Words cannot express this
Instead I will paint you
Tracing your form with my eyes
Drawing your curves with my fingers
Chiseling you with tongue
Until you are left there
Lying still, gently quivering
A masterpiece

A Shiny Box

A labyrinth hides the secrets of your mind
But I have the keys to your hidden box of nevers
Slowly I tread deeper into the recesses
Touching, feeling, finding my way
Deeper towards the treasures you hold
A shiny ornate box of silver, etched in tiny scrolls
The key turns easily, the latches fall
The chest opens to expose your soul
All those things that you’ve tried to hide
Or secret dreams you fear to speak
Are laid bare before my hungry eyes
A rare virginal feast
As I pore through the trove of visions
I delight in the treasures found
And I vow to hold them dear and close
So no one might know what’s been found

Tracings

You sketch me
Lines on paper
Beginning to take form
But the drawing is empty
So you start to mold me
Hands coloring my skin
Fingers tracing my shadows
Your breath moistens my skin
And your eyes awaken my soul
Drawing me into your mouth
Where we finally meet
Sparks igniting paper
Slowly I burn

A Sunny Glade

Beneath the trees we move
Hunting, searching, longing
Upon this spot we settle,
Shielded from the rest of the world
Slowly clothes become optional
As two move to become one
Rhythmically we glide, to, fro
Sweat glistening on bodies
As the heat matches ours
The sun forms leafy patterns
Camouflage for our nakedness
A rise, a ridge, a peak
And we fall quiet
Allowing the cicadas to perform
A symphony for our minds

You are my Ocean

As an ocean you stand before me
With your beauty stretching beyond all eyes
For a time I have longed to contain you
But I have nary the capacity to hold
All of the things you have to offer
And all the magic hidden within yourself
So now I set myself at your boundary
And wait for your tide to rise upon me
Engulfing me in your sweet waters of delight
Caressing me in the soft touch of your embrace
Carrying me off into your limitless expanse
Knowing not what awaits me there
Whether it shall be bliss or blight
But for all this I worry not
For it shall be far better to perish
In the deep fathoms of your soul
Than to stand here, forever
Longing to know what lies within
The cool, fresh expanses of your heart

Welcome! A beginning introspectulation…

I was dragged into this by a good friend that thought I should express myself in a better manner. Hence the made up word that I decides should be my header, Introspeculative. Since the primary root speculate means to meditate or ponder on a subject, and most of my writing is based upon things I have experienced, I felt the meld of the two words would be an appropriate stretch of the imagination.  Please enjoy, and be gentle…I bruise easily.