Surrender

I stand on the far side of the chasm,
Finally ready to take the leap,
To cross to the other side,
And leave everything behind.

Ready to embrace oblivion,
To give myself completely,
To extinguish the whispers of doubt,
And finally silence my fears.

How can the renunciation of free will,
Feel so much like emancipation?
Yet I am ready to fly, weightless,
Carefree and magically transformed.

I crave to relinquish myself,
No longer the owner of my mind,
My heart or my body,
I give them all to him.

If I am enslaved,
I have never felt so empowered,
I vibrate with energy,
And potential.

To give myself totally over to his will,
To exist on my knees at his feet,
My cheek pressed against his knee,
A vessel for his use.

It is silent and peaceful there,
Sheltered in his strength,
Serving him, worshiping him,
Drowning in his dominion.

I slowly sink below the waves,
Submerging, submitting,
Disintegrating in the crucible of his vision,
Dissolving in the tide of his passions.

Sweet annihilation,
The inexorable grinding away of what once was,
Leaving behind perfection,
Beauty and surrender.

I no longer fear the chasm,
I no longer fear falling,
In fact I want to fall.
And I step out into oblivion.

Undertow

The wave is higher
than I thought
it sucks my feet

lifts me from the sand

turns me over
and pummels me

I roll in the waves
and the surf tries to suck me

deeper down

until I get

one
foot

back on the sand

and drag myself to shore

The Storm

In your eyes
There is a storm collecting clouds
Rolling black-blue thunder
Churning thoughts
Foaming
Fermenting
Frothing at the surface

Standing windswept and alone
At the edge of inglorious madness
Watch the storm as it approaches

Coming
It is coming
You are coming for me

Bound by the wind
Howling through my every pore
The ropes they whisper
A cordial invite to stay
Transfixed

Wallowing and reveling in its own virtue
Lightening flashes
And weaves its pretty tapestry
Upon my nakedness
In moments
Blinded by the touch
In moments
Drinking in the purity
In moments
Ethereal

Cascading down
The rain falls
Salty
Cooling my burning flesh
Hemorrhaging my vulnerability
Splaying my substance in pools at your feet

Pounding thunder
Roars within
Surging forward
Taking its want
Moving through and beyond
Consuming
Enveloping
Discarding

The heart of the tempest beats in my soul
Taken in its breast
I ride the clouds
I chase the wind
I embrace the lightening
I taste the rain
As the thunder tears me open

I am lost to the storm

Trust

If devotion is the why,
Trust is the how.
I have devotion, I live and breathe devotion.
And I crave surrender, the sweet oblivion of surrender,
And Trust is the path between the two.

Trust is a precarious path, fraught with terror.
What is it I fear?
Do I fear him failing me?
There is no questioning his devotion to me.
He has no expectations, how can I fail him?
Perhaps I fear failing to meet my own expectations?
I have so many, too many.
They laugh and mock me.
Failure is inevitable, as inevitable as life.

Perhaps I have grown too comfortable with my fears,
Taking shelter and comfort in the walls of my own creation.
Who would I become without my fears?
Yet I hunger for surrender, and trust is the pathway to my goal.

Trust is a pathway,
And I must take my heart in my hands and take that first step out,
Out, out, out onto that unknown thing,
Believing he will be there with me,
Guiding me,
Supporting me,
Pushing me,
Always there to catch me if I fall.

And if I should fall,
He will throw himself after me,
And together we will spread our wings,
And fly.

His response to haiku "Afterall"

Even if we say

We'll no longer be lovers

We'll always be friends

afterall

after all the play

pushing me to tears and screams

we're friends afterall

Devotion

As he holds me tight, twisted, bent to whims of his passion,
Bending me back, arching me sharply up, offering myself to him
I say it, panting, grating out the words between clenched teeth,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

I kneel at his feet and I must resist the urge to press my lips to his cherished flesh,
Awaiting his permission to touch, to worship, to engulf him with my devotion,
My mouth, hot and wet, flooded with hunger, trembles with anticipation,
I think it, the words sing in my heart,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

I bend and contort to the demands of the ropes, stretched and vulnerable to his will,
Blind and helpless, awaiting the scorching, abrading pain,
And finally, as the agony washes me clean and pure again,
I scream it, the words tearing at my throat,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

His body crashes into mine, shaking me, jarring me, his hands selfish and demanding,
I am crushed, thrown about by the winds of his passion, pierced to the heart by his lust,
Feverishly I grasp at his body, struggling to meet and match him
I cry out the words, each one a groan of effort,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

Spent and weak, empty of everything but the sweet knowledge of my devotion,
I lay in his arms, safe and sheltered, recreated, reborn, fresh and new,
I cling, yearning for his strength and look into his eyes,
And sob out the words,
“Anything you want,
Everything you want,
It is all yours,
Take it,
Use it.”

Contributors wanted

I'm very excited that Just a Taste has joined our ranks of regular contributors -- and has not only posted a number of lovely poems --

but

shhhhh

I've taken a peak - there are several more queued up to be posted soon

In addition to that -- we have a new contributor who's scribbling away as we speak Xantu -- I'm eagerly awaiting her first contribution.

So -- now that we have a few folks who've broken the ice

why not you?

give us a try --

it's fun!

Love,

sfp

Untitled

Hold my hand
It is all I have to offer

Hold my hand
Lead me where you will

Take what has been taken
Pull me through the depths of Hell

Bind my soul and unravel my body
Reach inside and pull me out

And when you're done
Please hold my hand.

snapshot

he surrounds me
I squirm
squeezing out the space
between us

he brushes the hair
from my neck
pressing his mouth
to my pulse
I sigh
his arms tighten

we are one