A Journal of Love and Pain

Whispers from a Lokean wife....

Coming Home

When I am exhausted,
Burnt to the bone
And bleeding frustration
I come home.

When the day is long
And one more mile
Is just too much to bear,
I come home.

I come home,
Fall into Your arms
And breathe in Your scent
Of passion, smoke, and ashes.

When Your harsh smirk
Fades into that gentle smile
It is only then
That I have finally come Home.

Gaining Wisdom

Flame-Hair, O Fire of my heart, Your beloved calls to You! The mountain before me is treacherous and frightening.


You'll never know your own strength until you try.


Flame-Hair, O Fire of my heart, Your beloved calls to You!  I don't know if I can continue to walk this path.


Feed the faith in yourself, and your doubts will starve.


Flame-Hair, O Fire of my heart, Your beloved calls to You! You have taught me that the secret lay inside all along. Now I know that nothing can break me unless I allow it.


Took you long enough.

Truth

My dearest Love
Reveal the mirror
Show to me
Who I am
And
Who I wish
To be.

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Rip off my skin
And what do You see?
Blood, bone, and a heart
Beating just for Thee.

His Name Is Loki

Can you fall in love over and over again

A thousand times a day?

With but the mere breath of a name

Your stomach drops and your heart soars.

This name that when spoken or seen

Resonates in your soul like one perfect chord

On a finely tuned instrument.

Before my heart had been split open

Laying bare and bloody for His eyes to see

I would never have believed it possible.

Though this love lies in a thicket of briars

It still tastes so sweet.

Kiss

You draw me on top of You
That sly smirk softening into the gentle smile I hold so dear
Creasing those sweet lips into ancient scars
I touch them, so lightly
A feather drifting along time-worn ruins
I kiss them and lick every ridge and valley.
You are so much more than these flaws
And yet, they become You
Adding to Your breathtaking beauty.
I can't bear this light caress of lips
Wishing I could drink You down
But even then I could never get enough.

Slow Burn

It is to You
That I willingly crawl
It is for You
That I jubilantly cry
It is only for You
That I secretly bare my soul
All for You

All for the slow burn of You....

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Thank You Pt. 1

Loki, You are my port in the storm
The Rock I cling to
When the waves threaten to overtake me
I could never express the emotions
That tear at the seams of this heart
You are the heat that melts this frozen soul
You remind me of hope in the darkness
Your whispers carry over
The screams of the demons inside
I could never thank You enough, my Friend
Through the fire, the pleasure and the pain
You have given me the greatest gift of all
You have given me myself again.

Fallen

I had always danced on the precipice of madness
Yet there was always a barrier that kept me from the fall
Once in a fit of despair
I jumped
Falling into bedlam
I had always thought that this is what I sought
But as bottom hastened towards me
I screamed and shrieked and begged
Please
No
One more chance
PLEASE
Then a hand reached out
And caught me in an iron grasp
Stopping the fall
And pulling me into an strong embrace
Green eyes glittered
"You called My dear?"
The moment that I looked into His eyes
He saved me from the fall
Only to have fallen for Him.

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My body aches for You, my Beloved,
For Your hot, damp skin
Pressed against mine.
I long to feel Your heartbeat
Beating against mine through the thin veil of our flesh.
Come to me,
I will wrap You in my arms
In each other we will be safe
Secreted away from this harsh world
We will find solace in our own company.
The symphony of love, lust, and delight
Will burn through the night And onwards toward morning.

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