The Wish

She was looking down at her

The Super Full Moon of every 18 years.
The Artemis Goddess of the Moon of my ancestors.
The Wild Huntress Maiden of the Night.

The Goddess who immediately after was born, had helped her mother deliver her brother, Apollo, the God of Sun,
and, aghast at what a woman had to endure to bring forth new life, promised herself to stay virginal and wild and untamed for ever.

The Goddess that personifies the Eternal Girl in a woman,
no matter her age.
The wild girl, her eyes full of stars and dreams, all her own,
that have nothing to do with any male in her life.

-''What is it that you want of me? '' she asks.

-''I am told a Goddess like you grants every wish made with a fiery passion. On a night like this, every 18 years''

''Yes'', she nodds. ''True. One and only wish. Think carefully.
Phrase it wisely, for it will come true down to the last detail''

''There is nothing to think about, Goddess. I already know what I want.''

''What is your Wish then?''

'I want our love to grow stronger and deeper with every passing year. Me loving him more and more with every passing year. Him loving me more and more with every passing year. That is my Wish.''

''Are you sure this is what you want, human woman? Most of your kind ask for specifics. A certain sum of money. Career. Fame. A specific husband or boyfriend . Kids. Health. Tangible things''

''No, '' says the woman. ''I won't waste my one and only wish on those things. This is what I want,. If I have this, then everything else will fall into place''.

The Goddess was silent. Goddesses speak in silence. Always.
Silence is more powerful than words. Godesses only speak to converse with humans. When humans ask or plead, they need words. But Goddesses speak in silence. A powerful silence, which means only one thing:

''Granted. Your wish is granted. ''

The woman left, her heart full of joy and certainty.

''My wish is granted. Done deal. There is nothing in the world that can stop it from being fulfilled''.

It was a good thing the woman couldnt see the Goddess's face.
For the Goddess was weeping silently.

''Why are you crying, Our Lady?'' asked her her entourage,
the beautiful immortal maidens we call stars

''Because,'' said the Moon Goddess, ''that was a very beautiful wish.
Of the ones that make my job worth having.
Of the ones that restore my faith in humanity''.

''And because'', she said amid her tears, her female nature overflowing with empathy and compassion, ''that wish is going to cost her dearly. ''

''Because that wish is going to cost her pain and tears more than she can imagine.''

''And more joy and happiness than she believes it is possible''.

''And let me tell you a secret,'', her divine voice trailed off in the dark.

''Sorrow and joy are twin siblings''

''No one can have the one without the other in this plane of existence..... The foolish seek to avoid one sister and only have interactions with the pleasant one. And they end up losing both''

''The wise know.

They know that both make Life worth living...''

Again

“But he was coming. He would be here soon, all sweet and brave and shattered and kind. He would come carrying and clever-fingered and oh so unaware of oh so many things. He was rough against the world, but even so...” 
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things


I know I want to fuck you 
Again
When your eyes
Make my heart jump

I know I want to see you again
When I keep replaying your smile
Hours after you have left

I know I could fall in love with you
all over again
When my hands are gripping the sheets
And I’m about to cum
From the sound of your voice

To the women before, during or after

Yes, you may have had him
or still have a part of him .

You may have felt his warmth
 his lips on yours,
his dick in you.

He may have seen you naked,
or you him.
Or both.
Or you may have chatted online.

You may have inhaled the warm tones of his voice
or his heavy and sweet-ish skin smell.

He may have flirted with you
and you with him.
You may have exchanged intimacies
secrets and ideas and theories.
He may have fallen in love with you even.
Or you with him.

I don't blame you.
I have experienced all these with him
and much, much more.
Still do.
They are of no importance really
in the grand scheme of eternity.

Yet there is still a part of his
that is only for me, only mine.
Always have, always will,
since the first moment he got whiff of my existence.
A part that you, all of you women out there, cannot touch,
no matter how hard you try.

A part that that he has willingly given to me to keep.
And long after you'll be gone from his life
and forgotten from his thoughts
that part of his will still be mine
and I will still be with him.

You see, here is the difference:
his light may be in you
and you may even carry it with you for ever , if you wish.

But he doesn't carry your light in him.
He carries my light  in him.
My light is glowing in him.

Worse yet,
whenever he gives you some of his light,
you receive some of my light too.

And you know it,
your cells know it,
your brain and heart bears witness to it
without you having to ask him
(though he'd still confirm it himself to your face  if you asked him,
except he'd do it in his own way).


My light is glowing in him

And years going by will only serve
to make it shine even brighter..

.......

You spoiled me 
in so many delicious ways 
that are now a prerequisite
 for how the people in my life
 must spoil me
 if they expect to even catch my eye

i'll never be able
to settle
for anyone
whose energy
and attention
is beneath yours.. 

I am doomed...

Goodbye

So I sit here

Bleeding

Both literally and heart-wise


I look up,
half moon.
Like me.

Bleeding.
Small trickle.
Soaking my underpants
and my torn emotions.

Pain is dull.
Not searing hot
or unbearable.

I am consciously documenting it
because
it is part of this L ove  S tory
that already smells of stale.

Goodbye

I quietly let go
of what is,
what was
and what could have been.
Like a papers boat
sinking dreams
and devotions
and a love that still cries for his sake
''please take care of you,
please be happy,
please have a great life''.

I let go,
my fingers
one by one
letting loose
of a love that was rejected
letting the little torn paper boat sink
quietly.

I let go.
Tis time

Goodbye

Then I turn my gaze elsewhere


“There is one emotion that is stronger than fear, 
and that is forgiveness.” 

My favorite part

My favorite part was his energy. 

Just being in the same space with him, 

feeling it resonate perfectly with mine.

 I 've always wanted someone

 at least as smart as me.

Someone I could respect

and defer to for decisions.

He has vision to see things

 that don’t yet exist

or he sees them differently than most.

He weaves poetry 

with ideas.

 It’s nice

 to know

that men like him

 exist.

Whether they are mine,

 or not.. 

Love always finds a way?

Experiencing the pain
of having walls between us,
then remembering
of what you are to me
what I am to you
and what we still have,becoming more open,
more vulnerable,
more true
and watching those wall crumble

....then crying as intimacy becomes even deeper..




Love always finds a way

Um..no. Think death, sickness, accidents,
 bad luck or simply life happening.

No, love does not always find a way, 
because the above mentioned factors are quite often in the way. 

Love is a powerful shield that keeps us sane and happy. 
But it is not a panacea. 
And for every loving connection 
that ends in a happily ever -or so- after,
there are a thousand others that end in heartache , 
not for lack of love, 
but simply because life happens.

Love does NOT always find a way!

But I ' m gonna keep hoping anyway....

We Shall Never Die, Fuckers

Because an ''I adore you '' text message
as an answer to your swearing him,
can make up for a lot ...

Κουφάλα νεκροθαφτη, δε θα πεθάνουμε ποτέ...

Για ενα γαμημενο ''Σε λατρευω'' , την ωρα που -δικαίως- του τα χώνεις,

Για ενα  ''πεσ τα μου ολα να ξαλαφρώσεις γρήγορα'', την ὠρα που -πάλι δικαίως-
τον στολιζεις με ο,τι θυμάσαι απο ψυχοπαθολογία,

Για ενα ''Αξιζεις να σἀγαπω'' , που στο λεει και νοιωθεις να το νοιώθει,

Για ενα ''θελω να ερχομαι'', που εχει το κουραγιο να σου πει  στο τηλεφωνο,
μετά το όλο σκηνικό,
και ξενυχτισμενος και με πονεμενα δοντακια απο τον οδοντιατρο,

Και κυριως για τη σταση 'σε διεκδικω για να νιωσεις εσυ καλα κι οτι σε κυνηγαω, κι ας ξερω πως κι απο μονη σου θα ξαναρθεις''

Για ολα αυτα, λες
''χαλαλι σου ρε μωρομ..''

Δε θα πεθανουμε ποτέ, κουφαλα νεκροθαφτη....

Is it Love ?

και τι ζητάω; τι ζητάω;
μια ευκαιρία στον παράδεισο να πάω...

When I was a little girl I thought love was a story with a picture perfect happy ending. Well guess what. Love aint a fairy tale , because neither is life.

Being in love is screaming and crying out of anger and asking them to leave, to end things right now and then, but knowing that neither you nor them will leave. It's saying all the wrong things for all the right reasons.

It’s saving each other’s pictures, hasty shots, just to look at them because you miss each other. Or them snapping a furtive pic of you when you're half asleep, sunbathing on the beach.

It’s leaving someone in complete control of your heart, but trusting them not to break you. It’s honesty even when it hurts and sarcasm when they’re sad.It’s sleepless nights when they are away because you want to keep them company, but sleeping like a baby when you re together, being able to fall asleep knowing that person will still be there in the morning.

Love is finding the perfect pizza to eat on a Saturday night at home.
It’s all night phone calls or skyping.
It’s the small things.
It’s coffee shop outings
It’s holding hands and kissing three or four times goodbye before he leaves.

It’s being able to sit at home just basking in the presence of someone you love with every fiber of your being.

It’s finding yourself awake at 3 AM craving them asleep next to you. It’s little nick names and making fun of each other. It’s being called things like ‘little fox''. It’s being apart and knowing nothing will change. It’s deep talks . It’s days full of laughter and tears. It’s capturing the world’s beauty though their eyes. It’s not about the sex or the beautiful moments, it’s about finding someone who pours their love into your deepest cracks making you whole once again.

It’s feeling part of you missing when you’re apart. It’s finally being able to believe you are love worthy because you see yourself through their eyes.

It’s fights and make up sex. Sex, God, there ought to be a different word for soul-fucking sex. Not sex, not lovemaking. There ought to be a different word completely.

Mindfucking love is the holy grail of all love. Being in love will fuck you up in more ways than you can imagine and it’s absolutely heart-wrenching at times, but at the same time it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

Don’t you dare settle for a woman
who makes you feel good for a night, or a man
who boosts your ego for a while.

Go for the dream
For as long as it lasts.
A lifetime,
or
until you wake up...

It's all worth it.

Soul-baring

What a powerful weekend

Felt its power wash away purities, make things appear clearer.

First I stood up to a bully, my ex, in my own way, which felt good and what's even better, decided on a course of action and visit to the lawyer this coming week .

Then this visit and profound talk with this hunk of a man I love, face to face, soul to soul. Lots of soul baring, hugs, tears, truths, love, sadness, tenderness and everything in between. As is always the case with us, upon seeing him again in the physical, me feeling overwhelmed by his magnetic presence, caught into his powerful net of charm and charisma that leaves me weak in the knees ( and wanting him physically to the point of losing my grip on any other reality, except the physical one where my desire reigns supreme), and feeling like I cant possible talk about ANYTHING until I have him first and my hunger is satisfied.

Τhen, after the physical calmed down, my suppressed grievances came to the surface, as angry and painful accusations that were met with some anger too, but mostly with a calm and patient -though indignant and tired as well- listening to my venting. He only said a couple of things, whereas I kept pouring my heart, explaining myself, opening up to him even wider, my soul seeking even more profound truth, even deeper connection. Though he didn't talk much, what he said ( and his tired patience) spoke volumes to my heart, even more so after he left and I had time to process all this.

I needed this. I needed this real bad and everything feels calmer and clearer now. Ready to do my part, work on myself and dig my deepest desires and honor them in my heart, even if I cant honor them in my life (yet). Or even dismiss them, for better things to come in their place, but still acknowledge them. On the other hand, I had soul searching moments too, trying to put myself in his shoes, see his point, honor it, accept it, see how it fits or not with mine, then finally reaffirm my love and devotion to him.

I sense his love as much he senses mine. We feel each others' scars and issues. And we keep going. Sometimes tired from facing too many insurmountable obstacles, sometimes overjoyed, like most of the times, but still holding hands, both in the physical and in our heart of hearts.

Love is worth it

For as long as it's still there, it's worth everything you have and everything you don't even have, but would like to have.

Give it your all

I know we will

Back up again

Sometimes when that particular day of the week comes
when we are usually together,
when you travel from your own part of the world
to bring your love magic into my own world
and for some reason we cant make it this time,
we cant be together,
my body aches so badly for your lovemaking
for your nourishing energy
that I become depleted
empty
discouraged
withdrawal symptoms kicking in.
I drag myself through my daily routine
and feel sorry for myself
not even knowing what's wrong
not even bothering to call you
because I dont feel like imposing my crappy mood on you.

Τhen you seek me out
through any kind of medium
and at first a sense of relief
washes over me
unmistakably there.

We talk
and after a while
I realise I'm feeling energised,
revitalised,
like I had a good night's sleep
and my usual happy self again.

Baby, I'm addicted to the high
your energy gives me...

What is it?

I don't know, maybe it' s because
it is a long distance thing,
but I'm still madly, hopelessly, blissfully in love.
Or maybe it's those hands.
Or those eyes.
Or that generous heart.
Or that amazing mind.
Whatever it is,
I cant get enough of it,
every time he comes round.

Probably he feels the same,

cause he keeps coming,
three and a half years down the road.

Whatever it is,
we both have it...

For Ever

Diving into each other's eyes....

Tenderly touching each other's face or planting kisses on tangled hair....

Holding each other heart to heart and letting our combined energy flow....

Experiencing the pain of having walls between us, then becoming more open, more vulnerable, more true and watching those wall crumble....crying as intimacy becomes even deeper..

Wishing to be of total service to him in bed, but I am always served first, like the true gentleman he is...

I WONNA BE IN LOVE FOREVER...

In Delirious Love

He's just left.
He was weary,
 thinking of the long way back,
reluctant to leave,
reluctant to leave me,
the moments we shared,
our connection,
our mutual haven of relaxation and tenderness.

I watched his face
in the car
against the evening sun,
as we were about to part,
marveling at how much I'm still in delirious love
after all those years
how the lines of his face
evoke deep feelings of desire
mixed with a sense of homecoming trust and safety.

I'm walking down the street alone
going home,
warm sunshine on my face,
catching whifs of his smell
now and then
inhaling, remembering, smiling,
a sweet tiredness all over my aura
a blessed contentment all over my heart
and a general feeling of humble gratitude
all over my intellect.
''Thank you, thank you, I love you,''
whispers my mind.
''Its so good to be alive''
purrs my body.
The imprint of his lips
still felt on the skin of my back
where he pressed his mouth
as he was making love to me
with breathtaking tenderness.
Each lovemaking session of ours a masterpiece
because I never know what sweet surprise is coming each time
out of that gorgeous body and mind of his.
And I'm moaning ,
my heart melting
as much as my body is swelling with pleasure.

Later we nap
first entangled into each others embrace,
then loosely touching,
then he is half awake again
and he claims me in his arms anew
and I tell him
''I keep thinking I should tell you stuff when you are finally here
but when you do come my mind goes blank
and all I want is just lie here like this. Do I make sense?''
He nods, yes, I do make sense.

Was it as dreamlike for me as it was for him?
I wonder later, sitting on a bench, watching my kid playing.
''Dreamlike '', he texts me.
God, it 's such a blissfully glorious feeling
to be sharing
the same dreamlike reality
with the one your soul  roots for..

The Best Part Of You

That moment
when
I am annoyed
by some aspect of your public persona
and you text me back
''Who was with you 
on Valentine's day?''

And I am appeased 
because .
You were.

And because
 I get to have
the best part of you....

Fuller than the one before

That moment
when you told me
that I have loved you 
more than any other woman ever
and that noone ever will love you that way
cause you only strike the jackpot once in your lifetime
and that, if you re really lucky...

I can live off those words
for the rest of my life
except
I dont need to,
cause each time we are together
you are feeding me 
new and fresh helpings of love...

Feeling full and sleepy 
in your arms
every single time
fuller than 
the one before

All mine, precariously

You soak in the admiration,
adoration,
love even,
of all those women
that stand in awe of you, 
your fan club as I playfully call them,
you take this admiration
and transform it into male power,
and next time you come back to me in the physical,
like a god loaded with offerings
 of the devotion of those women,
you pour all this male power
like liquid love into me.

Making me,
sweeter,younger looking
more feminine
and a more powerful creator than before...

Ι 'll feed you until you are full on Love

The out of this world feeling
when the man of your soul
gives you
the perfect lovemaking night
and when you part
tops it off  
by texting you
a soulful,
powerful
 poetic recount
of said night...

And I love you

Sometimes we are faced 

with hard truths.

Doubt creeps in

as our minds get caught up

in the end result,

forgetting

that it takes

a series of missteps

before our footing is true

and our sight clear.

When I falter,

you are always there.

Lending your light.

Your quiet strength..

Your light penetrates my core

and lifts me up.

Your radiance

burns away my uncertainty

until all I see is

limitless possibility.

A blessed man

equipped with brilliance

A surprise around every corner.

A smile all over my face

You. Are. Appreciated.

And amazing in every way.

In case I forgot to tell you lately.

And I love you