fate

I NEVER GIVE UP

Why now?
At this peak
the one we climbed
like we were foraging
like the treasure was ours
like we were owed the magic;

the one we promised
like the challenge spoke to our needs
like spooning and completeness
like the familiar sound of Soulmateship;

the one we ate hungrily
like cheesecake and strawberry sauce
like viking sex and the sound of rain
like the walls called for our skin;

the one we privately rode
like thunder and history
like couch kissing at 3am
like the pre-cum that belongs on my lips;

the one our lives changed for
like losing everything to win
like the years mattered more now
like purpose was our new team;

the one we physically yearned
like distance made us realise
like words forgot how to speak
like our eyes smiled through our silence;

the one we mastered
like the Gods of old promised
like synchronicity was our call
like the prophecies had written us;

the one our dreams showed
like we undressed our karma
like it was destiny we could touch
like we had angels for our guides;

the one we paved
like the path was clearer
like the bumps were sensual touches
like the signposts contained our names.

Why now?
At this peak
the one we fall from
like we have forgotten our bond
like our chemistry parries
like our freedoms matter not.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 April, 2017

MAGNETIC OCEANS

Her honey’d hole a wet, wet dream,
her liquid gold a silky stream where
sliding thrusts were mounted, hot,
and arching bodies dared not stop;
where moments flowed into the next
and both were drowned in comfort sex
and eyes were riding each one’s soul:
his quest for freedom her only goal

And rather than come up for air
this fiery passion sank them there,
(as both an anchor, ‘twined like rope,
and locked in pelvic gyroscope)
her swollen thighs around his waist,
her nails embedded, tongues embraced
and fishing for that final taste
with every touch, in every place

Fused as one with melting cores,
(her curling toes demanding more)
his urgent need to plunge her rightly
sealed them closed with hearts bound tight, and
all around them
walls of water washed their sins
in quickening waves that locked them in
with swats and spanks
and gentle yanks and saucy stares
while skin to skin and hand to soaking hair

Like rolling tide to rocky shore,
(her legs thrown wide, his pelvis sore)
the crash and grind of karmic ties
were deep explored and fast revived
– with whispered greed they came alive –
awash with dirty un-restraint and
thrived, un-reined, with fate to blame,
their pulsing needs through every vein,
infused as one and charged by same:
her wild release on which he came
an ocean, calling out her name

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 10 January, 2017

WHERE THE MAPS WON’T

 

Journey across time with calendar wings,
moments packed like spare t-shirts
and extra socks,
passport in one hand and
a window seat to the right;
an empty notebook penciled by thought –
its white void the clouds
that fuel your glorious lungs

Honeymoon with more sky and fewer limits,
bound at the ankles by freedom
– and spontaneity, by chance –
the fresh juice of destiny
your north in every glass of south;
a stomach full of butterflies
to take you to places the maps won’t

Voyage, gift-wrapped in mystery,
each sunrise peeled apart with branching arms;
that new car smell
to steer you upon the magic
of rhyming skies and watercolour footprints –
companionship in purpose
embedded into the souls
of all who climb the peaks of your dreams
beside you

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 22 July, 2016

ATTACHED (HAIKU)

No strings more attached
smothering fate with kisses
than tasty white lies

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 13 October, 2015

NOW, ALONE (HAIKU)

Mirrored, now, alone.
Fate has won its turn with you:
long, will I reflect.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 4 April, 2015

ENDLESS PATH

concrete emotion
part water, part sand,
stiff and retrodden
imprinted by hand

unbroken dazing
obsessive addiction
weathered disfigurement
stolen ambition

frozen with purpose
externally veined
denied all surrender
exhausted terrain

captured in burden
expressionless pain
mindless estrangement
decisively plain

distantly suffering
obsessive beliefs
helpless remorse
escaping relief

painful receding
numbless appeasement
gone now, the bleeding
here, quiet, the easement

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 3 May, 2014

DESTINY

 

Without your eyes
to fall into
and your mouth
for me to desire
this soul
would still
find a way
– like a compass –
into your center
and you would
still
find a way
like a magnet
into my dreams.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 16 December, 2013

THOUGHT #462

A map, within, contains no course, but follows the path of fate.

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

THOUGHT #458

Fate can only be that which one decides it to be not.

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

THOUGHT #288

The only path that one should follow is wherever one’s path does lead.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 4 September, 2012