She rocks me into the deep

(for b.) written 8/21/12

She Rocks me into the deep with her soul arms wrapped around me.

Can you see it? She asked me Where did you go? It’s another
Place
A letting go,
a vast ocean
of darkness which is not dark
only space/time

Leaping

to where you need to be
healing
your Soul vibration.

A love that is like
no Other- the primordial rhythm-
pulsing through you
as you
know. you feel. you are. I am.
Love/light/love

peace. Place has no meaning in the place of love.

Light beings are all of us
We know no darkness,
only love-being. We are that

which we were born to be-

Unblemished as we were at our conception-
undamaged unmasked by our mothers’ and our fathers’ experiences.

She came to me in the night
and brought me to this world again.
And I was no longer afraid
I knew I could let go of the fear
and not be held back.

I know there is no such thing as pain
only blocked
energy and “Dive into it.” She said. “You can be free.”

So Dive in.
Into the oceanic love and light
of the waves washing over you

See the shining eye

the blue/purple light when you let go and
Be Free.

Allow your Self to transcend

into the heaven here on Earth.


2. After Care for the Heart

As above,

so below.

You are the truth love light beauty creative

soul self Energy

You are vibrating with this
Peace in a new way
but you always have known

You are coming back to your Soul Being.
Love being.
Love light
love.

All blessings.

Vulnerability in a poem

She presses her heart to mine,
Puts her hands on my soul
Puts her trust in me.
I am endowed with a responsibility
I have never felt before.
to keep my promises
to protect her.
I let myself forget that she is full of this fragility when she is comforting me.

She seems so strong to me,
I can’t forget she is also delicate
&              I                can’t                     break
her.

The tear falls to the sheet
stays there on top
like a pearl
reflecting the sun
Then soaks in leaving a small
wet spot
below my cheek.

I need to be strong for her.
Hold her
Comfort her.
Let her cry into my shoulder
too.

copyright 2012 Omy Keyes (all rights reserved)

Untitled, for the Muse

You are my heart, my soul, my truth,
my god, my goddess, my love,
my lover, my muse, my Mistress, my slave,
my my my my my Reverend.

How can you be so much to me?
How can you not?
It seems impossible that I ever didn't know you.

It seems we have been following this journey
from two opposite sides of a long string,
until finally we met each other. Doesn't it seem
to you that we were always meant to be in each other's arms?

my Love. It is for you. It is of you.
It is in you and around you and it surrounds you
at all times like a bright cloud.
Like the shower water that ran over my body
in Hawaii and embodied your love for me.
Like the jets of the tub that became your hands
for me. You are my water, my life-giving liquid,
my need. My ocean. My Mer.
I am your air, your clouds, your oxygen.
I breathe you and you breathe me.

copyright 2012 Omy Keyes (all rights reserved)

Sleeping (#9 out of 100)

100 prompts in 100 days or less

She’s sick. Shivering in bed beside me. This is when it moves beyond
“the honeymoon” into Real Life. It’s not the 1st fight, it’s the first flu.
I can’t sleep, so I wrap another blanket over her, wrap my body around her for more warmth, even though she is so hot it’s making me sweat.
The light from the partially open curtains seeps into the room and I check the clock.
1:00 a.m. She shakes. Her head is sweaty.
I wish there was something more I could do for her than
just lay on top of her, shaking my head, smoothing the hair away from her clammy forehead.
She will not remember this in the morning, and I prepare myself to sleep again, rolling over to my other side, stare at the blank wall. Don’t sleep.

In the morning I wake and ready the kids for school. She told me she will call in to work, which meant that I got to stay in bed another half-hour, since I did not have to drive her to her office.
Her start time is 7:00 and that means I always lose a little sleep when she stays over because we set the alarms for 5:15 and 5:30 respectively.

Last night I worried for her. Slept so poorly next to her shivering/sweaty body. Wished I could take this away from her. But I know I cannot take away her illness no matter how many vitamin pills I give her to swallow or how many cups of tea I make. This is the part of love that is hard. Loving and giving even when you know what you are giving and doing isn’t having any physical effect.

It is worth it though, knowing that it may make her feel a bit better emotionally, to be taken care of. She keeps telling me that I am so good to her, when I run her a bath in the morning and sit with her, talking softly and pouring water over her naked thighs, giving her a soft pillow to lay her head on.

I drink my juice in the morning, make coffee, worry for her. Take the boy to school. Go to work and worry some more. Hope that she is feeling better. Wish I had gotten a little more sleep, my eyes are dry and burning. I wonder if her kiss of this morning will give me what she has, or if I already have it since we were kissing the day she came down with the fever.

It doesn’t matter. I know she will take care of me like I took care of her. She will get the boys ready for school. She will bring me juice and run me a bath. We take turns taking care of each other. This. This is the love that I feel when it moves beyond the honeymoon into the light of daily life, with all its struggles.

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Strange Bodies (#3 of 100)

100 prompts on 100 days or less

Her.
Her body.
In my bed.
Actually in the morning when i wake in the dark she is not there
although we had gone to bed together
the night before.
I know she is in the next room &
I go to her,
find her lying on top of crumpled sheets,
her arm thrown up over her head like a small child-
her body exposed, clothed in only
a small pair of black and white striped
bikini underwear.
I climb in with her, my body
pressing into hers in the small bed,
the room is still dark and she curls into me, with
the relaxed sigh
I know so well and the soft
purr of a cat. her skin so soft
on mine, she throws her leg gently
over my hip and i relax completely,
though I have no pillow for my head I do not care.
She is my pillow.
Her body, at once strange and familiar. She is part of me now.

My hand cups her breast and
I settle in to watch the sun rise
over her skin.

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