In Fullness.....3

borisbrul.photosight.ru

When it's time
to rejoice
my whole being comes
alive with the desire
to share everything
I have 
with me 
in me
of me
with the world
I want to open up
to the world
and let it drink
to its heart's content
and then
move on 
and keep moving on
...not holding on
but simply relish
the aftertaste.

On my own.....4

moyscha.photosight.ru

After years of grey harshness

brushing against screeching

roughness

I came upon this

deep softness within

unexpectedly.

There everything

spoke softly

caressing my wounds

blowing softly

not making them scream.

All my voices gathered

around me whispering

love kindly

grace forgivingly

beauty adoringly

and then desire

dropped in to 

serve a feast of

dreams on platter

of fantasies.

And here I am

moving to the 

next place of joy.

Passions...2

andrey196.photosight.ru

In the dark forest of desires
I put my foot
gingerly
but knowing well
I wanted to be
here.
To me it is no sin
to be asking
for fulfilment
of carnality.
If my flesh is
on fire
I want to be
consumed by it
not wanting
wanton destruction
around me.
May the forest flourish
in its dark glory.

Going deep...1

aduard0670.photosight.ru

Going deep
is a desire
that comes
from the depth
of being
to reach the
bottom of things
and their truth
in the hope
that there
lies true
beauty and
one's salvation
from the drag
of the daily
living.  So
going deep
is a solace
to the dusted
and cleaned
soul of things.

It is really about

2clovers.photosight.ru

Come to think of it
I pose a threat
to all those who 
get scared by
their sexuality;
there it is
standing naked in 
front of you
your sexuality
your desires
passions and fantasy
and you have turned
your gaze away
thinking if you 
don't see it
it is going to
vanish -
utterly foolish -
I know and you know
you can strip 
a woman naked 
just with your eyes!
And now when I stand here
you are trying to run me 
down!  Ha!
It's about who you are
really it is about your
impotence to own up
yourself!

What it was..

ppjukam.photosight.ru

What it was 
that held me 
spellbound?
The call from
the depth
of my fleshly
yearnings?
the vastness
opening up
from the 
divine union?
The hurtling down
the valley
only to be 
borne on
to the clouds 
of heaven?
What it was
that I am still
hoping 
against hope
to fathom?

Thoughts branching out...

solowey_70.photosight.ru

That endless babble of the mind
and the ceaseless spinning of thoughts
'I want this and I don't want that....'
Everything branches out of the ME
Everything unreal, illusionary
the only real thing is the body
and its yearnings.