Lover
Lover, I will tell you my secrets
The ones that awaken the night and tear right through the skin
I’ll wrap you in a velvet blanket, sense the dampness underneath
And in soft words I will confess, oh will I confess…
My words will travel through every inch of you
And if you’re a good lover, you will understand them
You will touch me with your eyes, not with your hands
You will let my whispers guide you, feel desire lifting
And you will taste the ecstasy of pleasure, in pure imagination
Lover, I will tell you my secrets
From a chair across the room, with my bareness I will tease you
You’ll see my body tremble, hands slowly slipping
Wanting will quench your thirst; wanting will unleash you
The prison of the mind, will be left at the doorway
And you will stand before me, a single being, both woman and man
Lost in anticipation, indulging in my hidden wetness
I will let myself go
And only to you lover, I will surrender
Flying Over Malawi
I’m flying over the world to a place further than my imagination can take me. I look past the glass of the little round window and below me I see an unknown earth lit up by dancing sunrays. I am gliding through the sky and with each moment that passes, the machine takes me further away from the life I know. Electric polls, winding streets, and endless rooftops are slowly disappearing from the horizon. Rivers flow between the mountains and from such a great distance they appear as veins streaming through earth’s flesh. The way I am feeling is a bit strange I should be scared, nervous even, but the further I drift away from civilization a calmness begins to invade my body. I want to jump from the sky, and land somewhere between the blowing trees and flowing waters, somewhere where the only sound I hear is that of the wind. I want to roll around in a green field, dig my nails into the soil, and bite the roots that coil deep into the ground. I want to feel… feel each moment, and taste the air with each breath I take. Goodbye Dolce Gabbana, pretentious bullshit, lunches, brunches, Starbuck’s on every corner, endless lights, life living itself for me on a television screen.
Living in Los Angeles I feel like an animal taken out of its natural habitat, like a pet mouse stuck in a cage, fed by its owner and given gadgets to play with to stay distracted from reality through entertainment. The freeways that entwine the city streets are like the little merry-go-round in the cage. It keeps going and going, faster and faster, the cars keep moving, faster and faster; the mouse keeps running, faster and faster until it forgets why it is even running in the first place.
I’ve been living my life the way I ought to – a constant routine of responsibilities, an illusion of continuous needing, buying and consuming. I see the ego controlling the masses, wanting more and more, yet never reaching ultimate satisfaction. Is what I am about to experience a journey of the soul or is it only my ego trying to find something to identify with? Will I move toward self-discovery or will I only find temporary fulfillment?
I place my cheek on the cold window and watch as the objects on the earth’s surface slowly grow larger. The view is unlike anything I’ve seen before. Red, orange and yellow stretch across the surface. Lost in the spectrum of warm colors are small villages surrounded by a few shades of greenery. Images of Beverly Hills mansions flash inthrough my mind, with their tennis courts and swimming pools; men in business suits polishing their flashy cars, women with their silicone breasts and over-exercised bodies walking their puppies, Tiffany’s charms glisten in the sunlight while dangling from their furry little necks. I look down at the villages people live in and I cannot say which place on earth is better. It’s easy to look only at the image – the bare surface of things – and quickly make judgments and assumptions. Most people would probably look down from the sky and think how bad these people must have it. How unindustrialized, how poor, how… how… how… they are. But I’ve seen misery in the wealthiest of communities and joy in those less fortunate. In my time of being I have learned that true happiness and fulfillment comes from within and cannot be found in material things.
The plane glides right above the face of Malawi and all of a sudden everything seems more real than ever. I’m here; I’m really here! My head begins to spin. I’m nervous, excited, curious and full of questions. I close my eyes and feel the vibrations as the airplane touches down to earth. I open my eyes and here I am, in the heart of Africa – Malawi.
