Today

Today, I am a shell of myself - empty, used up. Nothing to give.  All that I had, taken. Or given up thoughtlessly, without regard for my soul.

Yesterday, I was lighter. A butterfly, taking her erratic flight on a gentle breeze. Not caring where it took her.

Tomorrow?  Who can say? It is a mystery for now. Maybe magical and wondrous. Perhaps ordinary and unexceptional. No doubt, it will be whatever I choose for it to be.

May I choose magic.

The Sixth Sense

I hear you: I lose focus; my mind drifts.
I see you: my heart pounds; my palms sweat.
I smell you: my body trembles; desire pulses through my veins.
I touch you: my legs quiver; I begin to melt.
I taste you: I am overcome with desire; I long for you to take me.
You consume me. I explode in ecstasy.  I am complete.