lauralee_sugah's Blog Entries

08 Jun 2013 03:01

hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly ~ Langston Hughes

06 Jun 2013 22:11

this made me weep with longing...

06 Jun 2013 19:29

sigh

05 Jun 2013 20:08

05 Jun 2013 10:44

04 Jun 2013 15:22

raindrops beat against my body
and imagination rides me.
i close my eyes.
your voice breathes over me.
please love me like this.
just.
once.

...

03 Jun 2013 21:23

just so you know, i am dreaming this tonight... laying in the grass. watching the sky... laughing.

03 Jun 2013 03:09

my body soft and warm.
fingers sliding over my wetness
as your words caress my heart.
come to me.
let me open myself to you
and give you everything.

.....

02 Jun 2013 13:56

“i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new.”
― E.E. Cummings

31 May 2013 18:18



“Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.” ― E.E. Cummings

30 May 2013 00:04

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

29 May 2013 08:33

haiku for the hump day

quiet dancing days
call for a heart filled with peace.
dancing and peace. yes.

...

28 May 2013 08:17

some days longing is not enough.
my heart is not enough.
breath that rasps in and out
is not enough.
your touch is all there is.
its withheld power stings
and consumes
and demands
all that i am.

please.......

.

25 May 2013 13:09



motto for today

24 May 2013 22:51

what exactly is a pine barren????

why yes. i do have insomnia.

24 May 2013 22:51

what exactly is a pine barren????

why yes. i do have insomnia.

24 May 2013 11:46



For her
Everyday is Memorial Day.
This does not reduce his worthiness
Of honor,
Of ceremony.
But her memorials are
Small and mindful acts
Lovingly performed.
Honor her when you see her.
She is worthy as well.

23 May 2013 18:53

22 May 2013 09:03

Survivors sift through the destruction
Seeking bits and pieces
Craving that one thing
To remind them who they were,
Who they can never be again.
They grieve without protection
As we avidly watch,
Voyeurs of their broken hearts.

19 May 2013 20:48

Close to you is close to me
And your absence is far from everything
~ pablo neruda

18 May 2013 23:39

i added 1,000 words to my book today. the question is what on earth will i do with it once it is finished... igh:

18 May 2013 18:41

14 May 2013 19:15

there are some things that are just too wonderful for words.

11 May 2013 21:34

"I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.”
― Pablo Neruda

05 May 2013 12:43

leonard cohen is so very much more... oh. my. goodness.

I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips.
it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside the door.

from "Let Us Compare Mythologies"

03 May 2013 18:43

Your possession is written on my body
In spiky calligraphy.
The needle, your body.
Pressing and piercing,
Marking me in ways unseen...
Even by you.

Forever remembered.
Forever a scar.
Remaining even when you
Are forever gone.

23 Apr 2013 15:34

19 Apr 2013 08:23

The rain drips
like honey from jewels.
My heart imagines
pooling amber on my skin
and your mouth....

17 Apr 2013 10:25

“But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.”
― Pablo Neruda

16 Apr 2013 09:33

Your hands fuel my imagination.
Holding your coffee cup in the morning.
Turning book pages.
Reaching to touch my arm saying
"Listen to this."
On the small of my back
at odd moments of the day.
On my face as you look in my eyes
right before you kiss me.
Holding my hand as passion cools
and bonds heat.
I love your hands.