fantasy

PIECE BY PIECE

 

Bit by bit I’ll build you
until you forget you have no form

Dream by dream I’ll make you
as I pour your cold to warm

I’ll catch you in my blooming petals;
soft, the ground, my arms will be

Piece by piece I’ll fill you
yet, in truth, you’re filling me

Night and day I’ll ripen you
and grow you where you stand

Strong and proud I’ll mould you
while, in truth, it’s by your hand

Time will pass in moments
long in pause, and in-between…

yes…

My thoughts alone might write you
but, in truth, this need writes me

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 23 September, 2015

IT WAS LIKE

It Was Like

It was like
you were something
I should not permit myself to see
but the voyeur I make no apologies
for becoming
stripped you down to bare flesh
fully clothed
while I peeked between the slats
of fact and fancy.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 10 April, 2014

I KNEW

I Knew

I knew
that I would let you
swallow me whole
so I pretended
not to notice
and enjoyed
you watching.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 December, 2013

THOUGHT #452

Distracted by moments that could be, one is enlightened by thoughts that are.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 18 January, 2013

WRITER STIMULUS

 

Your perfect lips
speak volumes,

an outline of their own

creating a story
of a thousand possibilities
straight from the mouth
of the beast,
the hidden tongue
of the devil,
and the mind
(digesting this author)

– the mind –

of
a
GOD

Your eternally paged fiction
stands alone,
(unseating its writer)
awaiting more images

– square jaw, naked mouth –

– bedroom lips –

to express the next chapter
of my printed vision
processed by a
hungry and
adulterous
need.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 25 August, 2011