Creative Writing
By Melissa Mathews
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Where shall this divine embodiment of a sacred love dwell?
An intricate embroidered temple destined to create perhaps.
Committed to safeguard the riches of love, joy and peace.
The simple caress from its light assumes the whispering beat of a mother's heart.
A cherished encounter forever spearheading growth, awareness and bravery for the unknown
This holy union between the exalted giver and humble receiver transcends materials, realms and time.
As if there were no beginning and no end.
There is no indignity and hiding from its naked purity
Solely Whole, Healed & Safe
In the presence of
A Sacred Love
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You are man. I am woman. Lighter, darker. Taller, Shorter. In many ways we can never be the same. Our likeness is disproportionate. My curvatures do not align with your parallels. So how am I drawn to be close to you? To simply caress your reflection while not disturbing my own. My desire to be whole eludes me when I feel your presence. Why be complete when being a part of you is sufficient. You hold me high as I look below into your eyes. Two become one, one is never enough. We need the balance, the dichotomy, oh the Irony of being the opposite of you. There is no fair game in Tetris that our bodies play while intertwined in euphoria. Me and You. Or maybe just you and just me.
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Here. is. freedom.
Light, serenity.
The authority to claim jubilee!
Play Lily May .
At one with life on earth . Solitude is sanctuary.
A calm, more comforting than still water.
In the no man’s land, there is no judgment of appearances. No urge to ponder visibility
Excluded from perception . A beauty unnoticed by reflection.
If what is lovely is not observed, can it be measured
Here beauty presents itself with an unmatched standard. The only allure is within the boundless garden. An aura of evergreen within the haven .
Unidentified yet discovered .
Peace. Pleased. Release
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My body betrays me.
The depth of my inner motherboard creates havoc on the surface.
Authoritative androgens simplify my punishment .
They conclude that silence is superior for society’s sake.
So, I build a dam before my emotions to shield exterior dissatisfaction.
To only privately plummet to my knees with each contraction.
I am in PAIN!
I will not extort a smile or coerce a grin unless a burst of fleeting positivity draws me in.
I accept my destiny knowing it is an unavoidable cyclical existence.
But to consciously consistently camouflage my fury as fulfillment is foolishness!
You wouldn’t dare to ask for productivity if you could experience this treacherous fertility.
And yet, I maintain the composure within.
Compassionately forgiving my unmediated
Progesterone and Estrogen.