Bloody...

"He came at night

Exposed my body

Got on top of me

Touched me

Bit me

Sucked and swallowed

When he was satisfied 

He left

I was hurt

Bloody mosquito!"

Written by Obinna Jacob, June 2010

Copyrighted 2010

I couldn't help but post this poem from a friend!  I hope you enjoyed it!

Life and Love: Sensuality Part 2

You know
You understand
Love and Sensuality
Are not
Separate
They are
One.

To touch
To be touched
To caress
To be caressed.

Fingers gently flowing through your hair
Smelling the soft scent of skin
Listening to soft sighs
Of love
And...






Written and Copyrighted by
K. William Spencer 2010

Alive

As I sit listening to music that embraces my soul
I am at ease
Peace reigns

Per chance
With fingertip
I brush my nose
Catch the scent of lingering aroma
Once again
Investigate.

The scent
Distinct
Yet
It
With music
Takes me
Takes me to a place
A place I thought I knew.

Euphoria!

I am Alive!




Written and Copyrighted by
K. William Spencer 2010

Life and Love: Sensuality Part 1

I see you across a crowded room
You, by some form of intelligence
You sense my eyes
My attention is on you.

You turn and look into my eyes
As if I had called your name
And smile with a warmth that assures.


With you
With you alone
I know love.
Not only love physical
Yes, love in balance.


You do not take away from my life
You add to my life.
You balance me
Both in the world physical
And the world spiritual.


You are beauty
To my eyes
To my heart
To my soul
To my spirit.


You are truly a gift of the Universe.

Written June 2010

Copyright by K. William Spencer

NOTE:

The above is a dream, a desire of mine.

To Dream

With heart broken
My will all but broken and gone
On beds edge I sit
Wanting to dream.

Longing for the escape to happy days long ago
Or to dream of things that may
Even to dream of places beyond the realm of home.

To awaken anew
Refreshed
Rested, not only in body and soul
Yea, of spirit as well.

To have drifted carelessly for what seems a moment
Yet for that moment
Another life I have lead
For that moment
I dreamt 
And I was free.

Written February 2007

Copyright by K. William Spencer 2010

Duende

The following was written in February 2007.  Not one of my favorite times.

What is duende?
I am duende
Acknowledged?
Yes.
Of true value?  I see none.

I speak with others as myself
On occasion I queery
Why do I occupy flesh?
Why this planet and not another?
Why a place where I am valued not?

I am observer, not the observed
Student, not teacher
Wisdom gathered throughout ages past
No value here.

Have I gathered wisdom for ages and places to come?

Be thou patient duende
Thou art of value to those whom know thee best 
Those not of flesh in this world
Find the comfort ye seek
Yea, that thou needest
In communion with thy true family.

Peace is always found in your true home.


Copyright by K. William Spencer 2010