Complex Paradox
When you feel so far,
When your words
Don’t seem real
When your glance slides away,
I feel small and unremarkable,
Disappointing and empty.
When you are not here,
When the dark
Feels so deep,
When I feel so much I can’t say,
I long to show you and be stripped
Of this panic,
This need and desire…
To be swept away.
I try to focus
On my life,
On everything I have
And am grateful for,
But, you are always
Distracting in my periphery…
Endlessly addictive and sensual,
Teasing treaturously.
Your distance is a paradox,
Leaves me in wonderment,
Of an adoration so complex…
~Antanya
Wonder
The weight of your gravity
Feels immense and ancient,
Like we have danced for ages,
As the stars in the constellations
Swirled and orbited
In the same timeless patterns.
My heart is forever bound
To this ancestral longing,
A glimpse of you stirs my spirit
Into mysterious discovery-
The wonder is the muse.
~Antanya
Whispers of Intimacy
I hear whispers of spirit-
Calling on the Spring wind,
Howling my name…
Caressing my ears teasingly,
Trailing tingling fingers on my throat,
Swirling through tendrils
Of my long hair,
Wrapping warmth around
My shivering soul…
Sending my love in pure energy,
Feeling the harmony of our synergy…
You’re so far, but so close to me,
Still… My most intimate fantasy.
~Antanya
Soul Sex
Cold caress-
Chilling my arms
Shivers slithering-
Down my spine
Warmth wrapping-
Around my core
Torturous tingles-
Between my hips
Spirals slipping-
Circling my toes
Gliding grasps-
Gripping my thighs
Salacious slaps-
Striking my ass
Sliding strokes-
Under my soul
~Antanya
Through the Fog poetry 