Nae's Nest —  December 5, 2012 — 2 Comments



There is a primitive being inside of me
A part which never evolved
My Native Animal instinct
I can hear the haunting call
The wind will shift direction
The moon casts a new glow
A candlelight will flicker
I feel the energy flow
The night electrifies
Dreams become true
Shifting from one world
To emerge in something new
My body will speak a language
Without uttering a word
A wondrous transformation
Something wild will emerge
A completely different being
Yet still a part of me
Relying on my instinct
Primitive history
My eye goes to the flame
Now burning within
Jumping through portals
Looking for him


I consumed the flame

It dances inside

While moving my body

Magically I glide


A horn holding a soul

Begins to play

Melody enchanted

Taking me away


A little New Orleans Voodoo

Jazz horn plays again

Burning up in the smoke

In search of my man


Am I still dreaming

Or is this now real

I can no longer tell

His energy I feel


I reach out and touch

He is next to me

Appearing in my dream

Sheer destiny


He stirs and awakes

I am awake too

He is here in my bed

My dream come true


Together we mingle

Partake sweet delight

In case there is no tomorrow

We make love all night.
Arizona Flame


Nae's Nest


I find myself "Dancing With Cancer", problem is...I can't dance. I stumble, bumble, and get pulled along. To keep my sanity, (humor me), I write short stories, a journal, musings and poetry....just about anything goes.

2 responses to Instinct


    As always, I love how you create poetry. That last verse is my favourite! 🙂

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