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Mountain Wind
by Tuaca Kelly the wild mare with a name had me in her gaze electric was her mane shocking was her pace the only witness my chest began to pound my life began to tremble as she charged upon the ground fierce I stood watching the distance we once maintained shrink with every motion surely I’d be slain with a determined frown I pulled my shoulders bold all the while inside, ‘please, please’ my fingers becoming cold inches before my pale face her thuds ringing in my ears the rising dust made me cough erasing all my fears her pursuit came to sudden halt. there we both stood breathing reverent majesty I wonder how of all the moments the wild mare chose me breaking open
by Tuaca Kelly night fell as she removed her earrings advertised neath sheer stockings my eyes tracked her legs from the imported Persian up to the sound of garter snaps breaking open giving room service a new name I watched from the chaise just watched from…where my smile grew where my pulse increased when a blush gave me away until it was my turn my turn to break open every day is holy
by Tuaca Kelly every day is holy waking with you here your breast upon my back your enchantment in my ear though my eyes are still sleeping my smile is full bloom every day is holy with my beloved in the room evergreen can remain rooted in the ground the Angel in my life shines without cutting one down the gifts keep coming with your hand in mine choosing this love together you’re fearless when I shine! every day is holy the Sun will slowly rise as I turn to see your precious face you kiss my morning eyes and with my supple lips I delight saying your name honored being your lover igniting both our flames every day is holy naked you with naked me the Christmas day I’ve longed for is every one with thee |
we fly as one by Tuaca Kelly I’ve plucked each feather smashed my beak upon stone filed down my talons grew them back on my own spent all this time surmounting challenges of faith 144-days to be exact I know, I marked the date! when there was little food in the frozen river bed I thought of days to come and the Sun I See ahead they say Eagles fly together through life, always in pairs when you’ve also grown new feathers trust I will be there it maybe a few more winters until we take flight before you meet me in the sky let’s touch the moon tonight for the moon also has a halo and soars above the clouds reflecting Messages from the Heavens set-apart from the crowds who to better know an Eagle than another bird of prey with Vision to help All others and Wings to Guide The Way I’ve flown into the future with these new feathers that I’ve grown returning with ‘more than a glimpse’ where we fly as one Woman of My Dreams
by Tuaca Kelly Deep through the night answering the call my Soul came to your alter Woman of my dreams Found purpose at your bedside among women of reason Swaying to our music Woman of my dreams Kissing every mouth to taste only your lips Your Soul held me to the alter Woman of my dreams Your Soul held me to the alter Deep through the night I’ll hold you to your promise Woman of my dreams men and women hunger
by Tuaca Kelly stop traffic with that swagger perhaps you may not know how the tempted ignite their passion when you enter on the slow gain attention to your nature maybe you’re the last to see men and women hunger for what also interests me yet I won’t sit and wonder about the heat of your flame I’m not the kind to idle by tonight you’ll say my name you may call me bold then thank my brazen claim when the sun begins to rise I too will say your name when you enter on the slow hmmm... perhaps you really do see men and women hunger for what also interests me dreaming the event horizon
by Tuaca Kelly a host of Angels into orbs traveling through galactic Heavens at the speed of intention powered by love initiated by the dream the dream after the event horizon your Celestine eyes have also changed brighter before the Cosmos Courage and Clarity are Eternal mates taking Integrity and Wisdom as their surnames seeing through time wondrous complex eon... weaving Medicine for all the children standing with their Sacred Cups raising Knowledge to their mouths able to share the noble tale by living it |
