Fantasy

My heart longs sometimes
unbidden and soulfully,
for the days, but especially the people
whose creativity made everyday
feel everlasting and fantastical
The magic, mayhem, and laughter
spun by their fingertips
will forever remain
in the shadows and rafters
of a tavern in a mystical land
and deep within my heart

✨Deferential Devil✨

Fucked

Musings on an interaction:

Our society is so fucked up, that when I told a friend what I desired in a (male) partner, I was told I was asking too much.

“Too much” included: someone I’m sexually attracted to, nice and makes me laugh, a guy who takes care of himself—isn’t careless with his mental health and physical health, but which doesn’t mean he’s a bodybuilder/buff-, doesn’t treat me like a sex toy (i.e. constant one sided sexual interactions), and not abusive. If that’s reaching for the stars, I’ll reach for the fucking stars. If I never meet a man like that, so be it. I’m happy alone too.

The most messed up thing about this, is the idea that a man like this doesn’t exist, or that he’s so rare, I’ll never meet him. Honest, loving, attractive, and fun guys exist who don’t expect sex dolls for a partner. And lets not forget that attraction is in the eye of the beholder, and people are attractive for their personality and thoughts as much as, if not more, than their physical shell. Hold out for the right one and love yourself until then.

✨Deferential Devil✨

Always

It’s not the color of the windows
for which I fall,
because peeking through wispy blinds,
is a soul,
sometimes tattered, well worn,
or even a bit that’s torn
It’s not just the lovely outside
that’s lived such a life,
but the shadows and highs
the lows and the light
of a being so right which
always
sets my heart to flight

✨Deferential Devil✨

Rare Heart

Unlucky hearts grow black
as time withers their beats
Most beat a plump red,
the dull thrum of an ordinary life
But gold lines the veins of the rare
their energy an encompassing vibration
It colors their world, enticing
the rarest heart of all,
one that sees beyond a shiny finish
to love and nurture
instead of siphon and wither

✨Deferential Devil✨

Stormy Nights

Rain taps at my door asking to come in
The wind howls its cries to a lost love
Thunder rumbles and lightning darts
through the sky, a flash bulb in the dark
I listen, and feel, and smell the petrichor
never as happy as the nights when it storms

✨Deferential Devil✨