it’s the morning minutia i miss most,
you and me,
a cup of tea without boundaries or barricades
and everything on the table,
nothing sacred, nothing secret,
just open roads and smooth sailing
because you never steer me wrong,
even in your absence i hear your voice in my head
letting me find my way, urging me on
to find my perfect me,
no matter where you are
there’s a certain strength you built inside me,
instinctive and innate,
connected through the blood line of the ancient ones
or maybe just a crazy happenstance,
something put me here,
now,
this way,
these days,
but lately there’s a more frequently occurring calm,
i’m beginning to trust the absence
even when the shadow-monsters whisper ‘never forever’,
this me i’m becoming is learning to banish those thoughts
designed to break me and i breathe easy,
the sound of your voice silky smooth
sliding through my mind
keeps those waiting times safe and sure
and much more bearable
once,
you whispered in my ear
telling me we are inevitable because
we just are,
i grinned in return,
positive i heard you wrong over the beat of the band,
wondering how you were able to see the invisible girl,
once,
you claimed me as yours
just to keep me safe from harm and
i smiled and agreed, laughing the whole while,
knowing your warrior instincts kicked in,
as you would never leave a damsel in distress,
even though i’m tough enough to save myself
the flash in your eyes was enough to scare away the riff-raff,
making my heart beat a bit faster, yet not knowing why
once,
you took me by surprise,
unaware that your arms were about to wrap around me,
pulling me closer,
into your leather-clad embrace,
the world melted away when your mouth took mine,
a hint of possession in your kiss
my surrender unmistakable when you made my knees buckle
and i sank into the inevitable
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/prompt-moments-to-remember/
a tiny little bit of me
bleeds out through my fingers
splattered on the page Rorschach-like,
open to interpretation to the casual observer
although you see through me like sunbeams,
soaked into my skin translucent,
you break it down,
every puzzle piece interlocks, simply,
and the dots connect
when your eyes are looking,
no place to hide even if i wanted to,
you scent me every time
sniff out all my secrets scattered far and wide
when the wind whips through,
my deepest thoughts ripple
like pebbles pond-skipping across the surface,
somehow, you manage to calm the violent waves
deep inside my soul,
every
single
time
sometimes out of nowhere
there’s that tingle along my spine,
it shoots up quick like a volcanic eruption
zips through my veins till it settles down low
electromagnetic pulse in that one spot
and i wonder to myself if you felt it too,
at that very same moment in time
because the zap’s too strong for me alone,
before i know it i’m slipping into a pool of lava,
hot and flowing in all directions
waiting breathless for those urgently needed words
real or imagined,
they have the same outcome,
like the flash of a camera exploding in my eyes
leaving everything shiny
and me at your mercy
happy for it
in case you weren’t sure
wherever i am,
you surround me
interwoven threads of uncommon commonality
that sameness at the core makes it so,
see, no length of miles,
no twisted string tangled in knots in all the wrong places,
not a thing strong enough able to break this tie that binds
because i stretch,
as far as i can then further still,
and you soothe the beasts i carry,
squash them like blood-sucking mosquitos
till i’m whole again,
if i told you that you save me always
perhaps you’d think it’s just another day at the office,
because the best superheroes never tally up their saves,
but in the deepest dark,
when doubt tries to whisper your name,
remember you are embedded in me,
under my skin and branded on my flesh,
invisible strands electric, marking me yours
the way you slither through my mind
is similar to the way my body
yearns to slither around yours,
sneaky-like,
unexpected,
leaving a trail of liquid fire on your skin,
a steamy path to hidden treasures deserving of proper care,
you weave your way covert,
seeking out secrets without my notice
until i’m laid out before you, open for your perusal,
see, you owned me before i knew i was yours,
your natural inclination made it so, tracing back to your warrior roots,
my roots are strong too,
although you know exactly how to make me lose my place,
all flustered and rosy-cheeked, an aftereffect
from the way you master words and me,
because we mesh,
and isn’t that what matters?
it’s funny in a way,
how you know me better than even i do,
my limits are nonexistent
when it comes to you,
you know my ins and outs
as if you studied them for countless lifetimes
when the truth is i just lay them out in front of you unaware,
there to peruse at your leisure,
it confuses me sometimes, that you know me at all when i don’t even know myself,
that whole ‘i’m-not-worthy’ thing howls through my brain
on a regular basis,
but something changed, somehow,
where a piñata overflowing with insecurities once hung between me and everything i dreamed of
you came along and smashed them all to bits, that devilish grin curving your mouth
as you shredded my fears,
murdered those sharp shiny leeches, clinging to me desperately
in an attempt to bleed me dry,
you just laughed while you slayed my dragons
refusing to take credit for reminding me how to smile’
after all, you told me, it was there all along
it’s funny sometimes,
the way you pop into my mind
and i stare at my phone debating,
do i or don’t i?
so i don’t
and that’s when that little ping goes off,
the one that goes straight to the core of me
because i know the dance has begun,
if everything is in alignment
i know i’ll soon hear your voice
and for those minutes,
regardless of the longevity
everything is perfect
a line tossed my way letting me know
things aren’t always as they seem,
and anything is possible
when we believe the impossible,
we don’t always talk about certain things
the ones better left unsaid and yes you get the credit,
but we can say anything and oh, we do,
you may be multi-tasking
but i’m finding me,
because you opened my eyes,
it’s good to see again
did you see me there,
wilted in the corner, fading into the wall
screaming soundlessly as the band played on,
or was it the familiar scent of hopelessness,
the musky smell of defeat we shared,
that odor only a sense of misplaced duty emits
unrewarded years stacked up behind us
nipping at our heels with promises
of more of the same,
at least until the hourglass runs out of sand,
maybe it was the defiant spark shining through the blue
invisible to most,
but you have the gift and like attracts like,
or so i’ve heard,
i can still feel the press of your arm against mine,
innocent enough but we scorched that night,
burned through the layers of leather and self-preservation,
you saw through my shell,
marking me,
lately i seem to be standing a little taller
i been thinking
it’s time to stop thinking
and time to slide
slip right back to into that fire
shivering in the middle of a heat wave
your hands in my hair
while your hips show me who’s boss
fingers playing me like a musical instrument
not sure if it’s the late night breeze
or your breath on my skin
my mouth goes dry at the thought
and i can always scent you
the hunt is growing wilder, impatient,
growling and ready to snap
no holds barred,
or,as you said,
inevitable
joannebest 
