12Th House Stellium

Between falling apart and spiritual growth, shedding, embedding, challenging worth, I am null and void, but still participate, broken down perception to emancipate, Changing, re-arranging, mental intensity, seductive persuasion of nonconformity, gives way to heightened anxiety. Conscious mind, Unconscious decisions breaking free of your subliminal religion.

My thoughts meet you here at 5am Where the soft, pink skies Brings warmth to misty hills and valley The quietness of a sleepy morning Inviting gentle dreams of legs entwined under channel blankets And kisses reminiscent between this life and a next. C.M. Painting by Carmen Tyrell.

You are not molten lava... Or crimson passion, You are not stormy nights, Or modern fashion, You do not pierce into me, Like heavy metal, But rather you touch me,  With love's petals, You're like the seas' gentle trickle upon the sand, Your whispers, Like the breeze Caressing the land, Slowly and softly, Possessing, Like fingers running over hips, Lips against lips, Confessing, Pull me in deeper, Pull me in steeper, to swim in your thoughts, Ohh your words make me eager, taste you again, Oceans of emotions, Feel you again, My oblation of devotion.. You do not come like thunder, And lightening, But renewing like a drizzle, Sunrise enlightening. -C.M