She holds him--
Wraps her aura around him,
Weaves her chakras into his,
Merges her energy into his,
He feels,
The grime-
The stench-
The blood-
The Smoke-
The chaos of war
He surrenders his naked soul to her--
Slowly
He feels her wiping away--
The-
Chaos---
She holds him--
Wraps her aura around him
Weaves her chakras into his
Merges her energy into his
She Feels--
The scars of him,
Tracing each unseen line;
Lovingly…
Gently…
She holds him in her energy,
Feels his heart
Calm
Slow
Feels his tension
Release
She holds him safe-
Energies entwined
His breathing slows,
Chaos quieted
He sleeps,
Finally
He holds her--
Wraps his aura around her,
Weaves his chakras into hers,
Merges her energy into hers,
She Feels,
The monster enter her room-
The monster’s touch-
The weight of it-
The feel of it in her-
The chaos of abuse
She surrenders her naked soul to him--
Slowly
She feels him wiping away--
The -
Chaos-
He holds her--
Wraps his aura around her,
Weaves his chakras into hers,
Merges her energy into hers,
He Feels--
The scars of her,
Tracing each unseen line;
Gently…
Lovingly…
He holds her in his energy,
Feels her heart
Calm
Slow
Feels her tension
Release
He holds her safe--
Energies entwined
Hear breathing slows,
Chaos quieted
She sleeps,
Finally
He Feels She Feels
His Rapist Her Rapist
The smell The smell
The pain The pain
The shame The shame
The blood The blood
The feel the scars of each other…
And their own,
Tracing unseen lines…
Across naked souls.
He holds her--
Wraps his aura around her,
Weaves his chakras into her,
Weaves his energy into her,
She feels--
The beat of the music…
The stares…
As she dances
Undresses
The stares
Hungry
Lonely
Possessive
Collecting her tips…
As she
Exposes
Herself….
She holds him--
Wraps her aura around him,
Weavers her chakras into his,
Merges his energy into his,
He feels--
The noise of the crowd…
The stares…
As he fights…
As he staggers
To remove an unruly “gentleman”
Collecting his pay…
As he
Exposes
Himself
They meet—
Under the full moon—
The merge their Auras…
The weave their Chakras together…
The weave their Energy together…
They trace the lines of their
Naked Souls
Radiant…
Gently merging as
ONE
Lovingly being
ONE
The Sacred Art of Making…
Love….
As the universe surrounds them…
About the Creator
William Rosenberg
I am returning to writing after a long absence from it. Currently a math and science teacher. Formerly a medical technologist who managed a hospital blood bank. My preferred medium is poetry. I also am a certified life and health coach.
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Ceremony
With each stroke of the mallet against the chisel, she could feel his movement, see the motion, hear the sounds of wood becoming. She could feel his movement when he went into the dark forest to get the rich dark wood. She remembered how he would walk the woods, and talk to the trees. How he would sit on the ground How once he found a stand he liked and just look at each of the trees. Eventually, he would talk to each tree and listen to their stories. She would watch him place his hands on each tree as the conversation went on and on, tree by tree until he finally had talked with each of them. He’d finally found the tree, a tree just right. And then he would sing to the tree, a song of gratitude, filled with sadness. Then he would pull away from the tree, still singing and calling it by name. He pull out the saw and the axe, and begin cutting down this one tree so that he had wood to work. This tree was special as was what it would create.
By William Rosenberg4 years ago in Fiction
Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in BookClub
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