Connection

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Connection
It’s an alchemy.
It happens without intent.
And quite frankly,
It can’t leave through intent either.
What is it in us that reaches out and wraps around the soul of another?
I’m not sure.
But what I do know is that it is as strong and fundamental a part of us as those I’m sure of.
Maybe even more so…

And ….. there is you.
It’s been a long time,
Yet I still feel like I’m swimming hard for the shore and at the same time the tide is pulling me out.
That drive forward and that pull back.
It’s not that I want to get away from you
I never did.
Perhaps that’s the problem…
I sometimes think my only choice now is to sink.
Get under the currents
Go down under the surface
Let all that water fill my lungs.
Perhaps then,
When I sink so deep and my feet touch the sandy bottom
I will be able to walk away.

© Elsa Holland

The very lovely and very talented Elsa not only writes poetry for soul food, she writes books too. Lush books. Books you might find in a Velvet Basement. You should go visit and let your fingers and senses linger at elsaholland.com

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My Sunday snippet is a bit different this week. It’s a quote from my current work-in-progress in calligraphy done by a very talented friend Max Indigo. 

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Do youself a favour and look up more of Max’s work here

Rigging

Some beautiful suspension bondage…poetry in motion

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Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.  

Here is an unedited peek from Bought…

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“What’s the safe-word, Scarlet?”

“Red.”

“Good girl. It’s the perfect colour for you.” He drew his finger across her ribs as he spoke, first the left then the other. Just under the swell of her breasts. Close enough for her to notice. Close enough for her to imagine him brushing the soft underside of their swell, close enough to feel the pull of his touch in her nipples.

“Because of my hair?” Her voice became quiet, smoky.

“Hmm…that’s one reason.” His eyes followed the lazy trail of his finger circling the outside of her breast. “The other reason is my crop.”

She mewled, a sound of impatience and want.

“Soon.” He scraped a nail over her breastbone, drawing a stinging line up her centre. A promise of what was coming. “Soon, I’m going to give your breasts all my devoted attention.”

© Nicolette Hugo