All photos and content © Tanya Anguita.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

The Leg of Comfort

When I want to make the statement
but not invite full commentary,
I come here,
to my safe place,
and write it all out.

You see,
I'm lonely.

Once again,
the bed is too big.

There is too much…
emptiness
in the space between me
and the bare white wall.

There is no beloved face on the pillow beside me.
No blanket stealer to curl up next to
in the morning’s wee hours.

What I am missing most tonight --
more than your steady breath in the darkness,
more than the heat of our passion 
(which lit me from the inside and set my soul on fire);
more, even, than the deliciousness of shared laughter at midnight --
is the leg of comfort,
just in reach,
under the winter covers.

Tonight, I miss most
the gentle reassurance
of your calf in the bed next to me,
and with it, the simple ability
to reach with my foot in the still darkness
half dreaming,
and breathe a sigh of sleepy relief
upon finding you there.

An empty bed
when one is
accustomed
to the nearness of love
is hard to navigate.

When you are next to me,
all familiar and warm,
with your hand in mine,
your breath steady on the pillow,
and the leg of comfort within easy reach,
I am soothed and reminded,
even in my deepest sleep,
that you are near by,
All is Well,
and I am not alone.

© Tanya Anguita  


Friday, July 29, 2011

juicy

juicy
is what i feel
alive and luscious
waiting to be....
plucked.
hanging on the vine of life
converting sunshine
to sweetness
and waiting
to be put in your mouth.

© Tanya Anguita  

Friday, July 1, 2011

Living libido loco....


Consumed
by want and mystery,
I am too warm,
overheated;
burning with need.

Living libido loco.

Fighting
against the confines
of my skin.

Tasting salt and succor
in the subtleties of
a waking dream.

Fantasy blurs reality
in the slippery darkness.

Tonight 
I am a construct
of 
my vivid memories.

Flame to tinder
Thought to fire
Heat to desire
And 
You.

You,
splayed before me,
eyes half shut,
a sheen of sweat
on your suggestive skin.

The flavor of your desire
(salty sweet)
rich on my lips.

Our scent by candlelight
(musk and want)
intertwining,
like
our agile bodies
beneath
the
Summer
sheets.

Consumed
by want and mystery,
I am too warm,
overheated;
burning with need.

Living libido loco.

Fighting
against the confines
of my skin.

© Tanya Anguita