Untitled #31 - missing solitude

Nights are ever so lonely without you by my side;

It never feels complete, I still don't understand why;

It's not like I've not spent three million nights alone,

But three hundred nights with you have me craving more.

Darkness was always a trusted friend of mine,

Even when you were by my side;

It hid my pain, my sadness, even my high;

But now I'm morose, looking for you in the light.

Nights are ever so lonely without you by my side,

We have not touched each other since days so I wonder why;

They are so lonely when I feel I should be holding you

All throughout this cold night.

Darkness was always a trusted friend of mine,

And mine led me to you in the darkest of times;

Yet even though you always remind me of light

Sleeping with the lights on does not warm me,

Not anymore, not this cold night.

Untitled #30 - possibility

I look down on my body and I see

A world of possibilities,

It's flat, sometimes, and hard

And I enjoy what I feel

That stereotypical power associated

To being *hard*

But sometimes it's soft, curvy,

Womanly.

Yet being a woman seems to have put a fullstop in front of me.

I look down on my body and I see

Breasts, soft and fleshy, belly,

Thighs, squishy and sweaty, sex.

I look down and I imagine

Flat chest, the way it used to be

Hard abdomen, the way it used to be

Thighs, squishy and sweaty,  sex.

I look down on my body and I see

A world of possibilities

It's flat sometimes and hard

And I enjoy what I feel

Between my legs, hard meeting soft,

I am soft yet my body is hard,

Me desiring more than a full stop,

An infinite world of possibilities ~