That secret

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

That secret.

That wild

dark, erotic

sexual fantasy.

The one you conceal

from everyone.

The one you hide

from yourself.

That secret.

That secret

is what attracts me

like a magnet

compels me

like a drug

draws me

moth to flame

makes me yearn

for you

to release it

just for me.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a couple of years ago. I like it, so another airing. And because you have a secret.

Art by William Oxer

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Word of the Day Challenge


Today’s Word of the day is Naturally.

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But Of Birthing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon



“Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk.” Marge Piercy

But Of Birthing

Have you ever noticed a chrysalis evolve,
or seen a chicken lay an egg or watched a
woman give birth, surely that is precious
and privileged in the nature of things,
the mystery of life at its most raw,
a beautiful exposure of vulnerability pure,
but of birthing, what is said of the inner,
what is being birthed within me, through me,
what transforms, what grows, as I navigate 
this amazing world?

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