A Cloud(sub female){Owned}

A moment and then another

I only exist in the space of the other. My strength, my joy, my love - We are the moments we share.

I have no title, no absolutes, no fixed adornment. I am not submissive in the sense that it is in me and absent in another. I am what I am at the time that I am. I am submissive to all and to no one. I submit to the world in complete faith of its wisdom, acceptance, love and deliverance.

I cannot be defined in absolutes but can be labelled with qualifiers just for common understanding and no more - ever disrupting, ever changing, ever subsiding, ever becoming.

I grow into another and another. Or is it that I strip down to become less and less.

The smell of wood smoke and cinnamon

3 years ago. Thursday, April 14, 2022 at 3:12 PM

When I smell wood smoke

It takes me away

To home

Where Spring and Autumn

Drip from my sweat

And everyday

I wear Summer.

Winter warms me

With laughter and love

Warm tea

And cinnamon.

But this is a distant memory

Of what is to be

I will wait

To come.

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A Cloud​(sub female)​{Owned}

A moment and then another

The smell of wood smoke and cinnamon

A Cloud(sub female){Owned}