You are so beautiful. A force to be reckoned with The dynamic entity which I hold bliss The truth of passion and epitome of a man To which the hidden depths reach The likeness of the millions of grains of sand You simply are wonderful in being you outreached arms begging to be touched Masculinity even in tearful hues Love cannot escape even the smallest gaps of air between us Clinging to the oneness and newness Where deepness lingers further than lust You are to me The reason of being and desire to be the women of my highest capabilities Essentially connected through more experience and time you are simply sensual Aging like a fine wine You, beautiful man- Complete me. And I am yours Through those beautiful eyes Which you see. -b.r.rivera

Simplicity lies Where still waters intertwine In hushed silences and spiritual prayers Lifted upon the humanness Which we lay soul bare A breath upon the shoulder The kiss of the lips The pen graciously spilling upon paper Whereas artistry meets destiny with a wish Simplicity lies Upon naked feet and soil upon the earth Laughter and amazement Uncontrolled respect of self worth In between subtle touches That grace the skin The amazement of love, the beauty within Simplicity is the breath of a rose The smell of the flower Simplicity is the blessings that are acknowledged Turning hushed complexities of prayers Into God's finest hour. -b.r.rivera

I should be the one That opens that front door Smile on my face Sun hitting my brown skin. This should be my hand Turning the metal key on the heavy door My other hand free of any belongings. It should be my feet Hitting the dusted pollen on wooden stairs walking my journey . I should be the one-me That opens that door systematically as the non-reluctant lover To not look back As I leave. -b.r.rivera

To speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks. ~Ben Jonson This is about to get real. If you are not real-if you hate the truth. Stop reading my blog. Seriously. Turn away. Because the truth hurts. It is exceptional when one thinks of a conversation. The magical impact which happens between two people. Think about it: we have a giver and receiver . Hopefully, both with two ears to listen and one mouth that hopefully closes. It is a reason we have two ears. It is a reason which we have one mouth. If that flew right over your head; maybe you need to shut the fuck up. Between the giver and the receiver -there is a dialogue . This dialogue occurs when a monologue happens-a conversion of words, phrases and expressions. Integrated within this monologue is bodily and facial expressions which foretell emotions and subtleties that are not verbally said. This giver and receiver share this monologue that should be-essentially, a dialogue where two minds share...

I have fallen Completely and Utterly Entirely and Systematically Hopelessly and Enduring In love with the memory of you. Gone. Gone is the old scent which adhered to my skin Wrapped in warmth Shielded from the cold air which lies in the places in between the sheets. Your new fragrance allures and mystifies me becoming an unfamiliarity with your presence. Surrender. Surrender to the undefined journey which has kept me years parted and deserted on a path which misaligned with me. My feet grow wet with the newness of you As I walk down this virgin trail. I have fallen Possessively and Shockingly Disapprovingly and Wholeheartedly Excitedly and Hurriedly In love With the memory of you. Clinging. Holding on to a kiss which falls against the whisper in the wind Holding. Clinging on to the touch that Unarguably held the essence of our time capsule Standing still neither in the present or future A constant purgatory of which I surrender. You are Once again that picture that refuses to be frame...

I open my arms to you Stretched wide and open No air seeps through the crevices to escape from the blanket of security which holds warmth and untold regions. and there, I am a child. cradled in fetus position smelling the sweetness of skin grazed upon the back of my neck as your arms, Those wide arms welcome me with this embrace- I stay. letting continuous moments to become decades, allowing clocks to tic and toc and bouncing off bells and recognizable sounds that I have grown accustomed to. within your subtle movements of embrace i cling tighter. tighter. I hold on to the hem of your garment close my eyes to the blinding aurora which is of you. afraid to move. afraid to look. afraid to see. so you hold me. I am your child nestled within your arms hearing our hearts beat in synchronization- this transcends love. your embrace moves me, yet draws me still to just breathe...simply, freely freely, in your arms I secure myself from outside dangers hidden harmful adverse behaviors and un...