He sat at the kitchen table waiting to dig in. His Mom placed a bowl of steaming noodles in front of him. She smiled, & then got startled for a second she thought her son’s eyes changed colour from gold to grey.

She blinked her eyes and was about to move closer to inspect his eyes when she heard a knock at the door. There was a soft THUD and this made her run to check what it was.

A young man with a green hood bowed and then told her he had a package for her. She looked down and saw her package.

She thanked the man for the delivery & he hopped onto a broom. And went zipping off to another cottage.

Her son came rushing to her side to find out what his Mom got in the mail. She placed the package by the door and went back into the kitchen.

She hummed as she carried on with her day. The lad started at the package and felt something come over him.

He picked up the parcel and checked to see if his Mom was looking. She was heading outside through the kitchen door to grab some herbs from the garden.

This was his chance. He rushed off and took the package to his room. Once it was there, he carefully unwrapped it and all he could do was gasp at what he saw inside. In the parcel, a book had been placed and it had some symbols on it that the lad didn’t recognize. But the one being who was now sharing the same body with him did.

She cleared her throat. The lad was startled and wondered if the sound had come from the book. She laughed at him and said, ‘‘Listen up kid. I don’t think I can explain this to you quick. But I’ll give you a short version. I am now a part of you, and I need your help.’’

The lad heard her and also felt her presence in his mind. He wondered how long she had been there.

The old lady moved his hands, ‘‘Could you hold the book still? I’ll take care of the rest.’’ He did exactly what she asked.

She read the symbols & the book started to burn his hands. He wanted to let go, but she had control of his hands.

He asked her how long it was going to take. She concentrated on reading until the book stopped burning & the front cover moved on its own. A number of pages turned on their own, too. The lad watched in awe. The pages stopped turning and he stared at the page.

‘‘Is that you?’’ He asked.

She smiled & said, ‘‘yes.’’

It was her all right. She stared at the image and moved her fingers on the page. Ah, it had been ages since she had her hands on her book.

She would have to hand the delivery guy a bonus for sending it to her in a great condition. The only thing that she wanted now was to find another body. She didn’t like having to be a young kid.

A sorceress needed to have more freedom to go wherever she wanted, & not have to worry about being grounded by her, eh- his, Mom. She sighed and hoped she would be able to find a new host soon.

#Rebirth: #DeL’orauGris

20/06\2020 Sat’rday.

He could scarcely bear

touching and stroking

her lush vanilla skin,

afraid for their love

to ever end.

He laid her down,

drawing her honeyed

breasts into his mouth,

savoring the sensual taste.

He gulped her aroma,

that of cherries and lavender,

and breathed her in

as he traced his tongue

down her moist body

to her throbbing center

which tasted of

freshly mown grass –

a delicacy for his senses.

Caressing her hips

he drew her to his

spooned masculinity

stirring her to

a cauldron of hotness

and smoldering wetness

until their cream and sugar

melded together in

a melting pot

of climaxing lust.

He knew he could never

leave her, wanting

to encompass her

forever where she

would be at his

beck and call,

encased where

she could never escape.

He punctured her soft

chocolatey neck with

his teeth, spurting blood

running in crimson streams

of fruited beauty

down his body,

leaving a white outline

where she was lying,

silent contours,

for eternity.

He bathed her

frozen body with

crushed strawberries

and arranged her

as a fragrant feast

on a tableau

of silk rose petals

where he could

partake of her beauty

with not only his eyes

but his body,

leaving her purity

with deep wounds

that would never

         CLOSE,

REMAINING OPEN

 FOR HIM ALONE.

November in my

California valley

Slanted rays of the sun

coming in

through Autumn’s robe

at midday

refracted and diffused

into bands of warm

earth colors

Golden rays

piercing the crisp air

hanging between me

and distant trees

A misty haze descends

lightly,

uninvited

she mingles with

and befriends

the rays

of refracted particles becoming

a phantom’s veil

Floating across

the white picket

fence row’s

stoic sentries

daring me to

approach and scale

their pointed

weathered wooden heads

To gain entrance

into that landscape of

jack o’ pumpkin colors,

the reds and browns

of fallen leaves

carpeting the orchard floor

The elms remain

green still

in my sight’s foreground

I will walk by them and greet

their leaves

before gravity claims

their fluttering falls

gentlest wisps

spirit breeze’s breath

her chiffon tongue

birthing soft

convection currents

brushing elm’s leaves

sensuously

as they tremble afraid

of extinction,

striving to speak

as i walk by,

expecting salvation

from certain death

who am i

involved in such matters?

no horticultural skill

can save them

“mere human i am,

helpless

to save even myself

from the same outcome,”

I mutter to them as i walk past,

approach the fence

without a stile

i straddle

a sentry pokes my crotch

i exhale air

holding my breath

with a muffled groan

delightfully entranced,

far from the grinning pickets

i trod forward

magnetically drawn

to Autumn’s soft breast

the inner folds of

her sun lit robe

I don't know who I am

All I am is me

I've lived longer than a thousand years

But I only remember what I see.

I can't remember my first life

I only know what I've read

According to my diaries

Everyone I love is dead.

But there are gaps in my diaries too

Holes that want to make me shout

Some memories were so unbearable

That I just ripped them out.

I watched her eyes dance with pure excitement as I lowered my head daringly, challenging her, provoking. She bit her soft lips seductively and I lost it then, she's so beautiful; my woman. Time stood still as our body collided into a beautiful frenzy filled with sounds of pure pleasure. It was these moments that I treasured the most and before I knew what was happening a tear escaped entering the forbidden kingdom.

"Honey what's wrong?" She said still clinging to my beck like her life depended on it. Funny thing is, my life truly did depend on this amazing vixen that is mine as I don't know what I'd do without her. The words choruses from my mouth before I could stop them, "I'll forever love you, I love you with my everything" and I buried my face in her hair awaiting her reply. She didn't say anything but lift my head slowly caressing my cheek a few tear strolling down her own cheeks. She looked me long and hard in the eye then kissed me with a burning passion.

The kissed ignite a fire in me and I knew then and there she was saying she'll always be here for men she loves me for my imperfections, admires me for my determination and motivated my every action. How'd I get so lucky? She'll forever be my love.

In a humid and darkened room

There sits a girl, alone in gloom

Dark circles cover her eyes

She is so tired of all their lies

But they do not know she wears a mask

No one's ever bothered to ask

At first glance she seems quite happy and content

But deep down she is anything but resplendent

A crumbling mess

Worst than all rest

Such horrors you can find

Within her broken mind

Her body barely intact

It's all just an act

So you see

She's really no one to envy

All she does is try to hide

The monster that lurks inside

No:

Weighs more than Yes by 9 picograms

Stings louder than wasp venom

Clouds judgment by days

Cuts deeper than a marine mile

Drowns in only an inch of water

Cries before the birds at first light

Sings into a heart in one wave

Buys respect with one-tenth of one penny

Dissolves a memory at pH 7.0

Tastes like two pastels in winter

Lights up a city in one photon

Swims up the Thames in half a stroke

Breaks a camel's back with one thread

Depresses joy at 0.3 rpm

Scribbles a story in a glyph.

Fists felt heart deep,

Bruises to cover, afraid to sleep.

Blows cut like knives,

She feared for her life.

"It won't happen again, I love you" He said

As he held in his arms at night in bed.

He promised her once, a hundred times more,

It wasn't a relationship but a war.

Battle after battle, she never once won,

His abuse more powerful than a lethal gun.

Days to months, months to years,

Everyday there were more tears, more fear,

Until the day she chose to return to the earth

It breaks my heart she couldn't see her worth.

Never forget

That I still love you

I always have

And always will

That's how it's been

For eternity

And that's how it shall stay