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Thinking of my Husband
MY HUSBAND I live everyday with the taste of him upon my flesh. His scent and his voice whisper to me throughout the day, and when we stand together our shadow is one. I love him because he is rare, because he kisses me until the sun comes up and because he is dangerous and impossible because I never want to wake up from this dream without him. Excerpt from the poem ‘My Husband’ 2024 Gesso Cocteau©
You, the Birds, and I
You, the Birds, and I You had written ____ I remember the words like music falling upon my skin. You said you knew me, ___and the poems I wrote for you were markers like leaves in the wind showing us the movement of our lust. I perceived you as if you were with me in the garden laying next to me between night and the earth. The moon’s sojourn had begun and we were part of that journey. Who could say if this was a dream or real? And I would unfold my body into yours, where I belong beneath the hands of your words, conducting my emotions. Rising and falling watching the stars knowing we are timeless coherent and open. I am thinking ____ you the birds and I beneath the darkened midnight sky. Night ____ night. © Gesso Cocteau “The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.” ― Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Wildness
About My Video 'Wildness' on Gesso Cocteau YouTube Gesso Cocteau YouTube Channel This is a celebration of wildness, where the primal meets the celestial, and where the untamed spirit of leopards and the boundless freedom of crows inspire us to live with daring sensuality. Leopards ladies and crows converge to weave a tale of untamed beauty, fearlessness and unbridled spirit. In this visual odyssey, these magnificent creatures symbolize the wildness within women – feral and untamed, this enchanted land that embraces passion, sensuality, and an unyielding connection to our precious Earth. This is a celebration of the uncultivated, where the primal meets the sublime, and where the fierce spirit of leopards and the boundless freedom of crows inspire us to live daringly and passionately. This is the raw, sensual force that pulsates with undomesticated and tameless courage. The leopard, a manifestation of primal power, prowls with a predatory elegance, embodying the fierce and passionate nature that pulses through the veins of existence. Meanwhile, the crow, dark-winged and mysterious, becomes the harbinger of secrets and transformation, a symbol of the enigmatic depths of the human spirit. Ladies, both graceful and wild, entwine with these symbolic creatures in a subversive dance, birthing a clan that defies convention and societal norms. This is a celebration, a rebellious chorus that echoes the courage of the wild, inviting the audacity to be different, to embrace the untamed within. The symbolism of leopards and crows intertwines with the human experience, creating a discordant yet harmonious anthem that resonates with the primal and the mysterious. Stay wild and untamed;
Fragments
Fragments Where the darkness kisses the light and the light begs for forgiveness, where the split in time allows the shade of this shadow to sleep within his arms. Where once I lost sight of the beauty of wildness and our unharnessed rapture. Where I dreamt we were children and the wink of your eye became a door to our lives. Where I lost you and you would not return when I asked you why you whispered to me, “the void is where we find one another.” When the emptiness echoed with illuminated sight I saw fragments of myself. I became a witness to the rising of our lust. you remember now____don’t you? © Gesso Cocteau From 'STRANDED HEARTS' An Anthology Of Love Poetry Art by Pete Berg for 'STRANDED HEARTS' An Anthology Of Love Poetry
'STRANDED HEARTS' HAS ARRIVED'
A poet can only give her heart away once, the rest is observation. Poets are right to assume that love is eternal, and in a world of temporary things love is the immortal human experience. This is the poetry that sleeps between our love. May we always be bruised by beauty and touched by angels, but may we also be aware of our demons and our shadows, for the heart can only love in truth and these are the ingredients of the human condition.
STRANDED HEARTS
SOON TO BE RELEASED - STRANDED HEARTS An Anthology of Love Poetry Written by Gesso Cocteau Illustrated by Pete Berg "Now I understand the secret of redemption, I will never forget you. We are forever stranded hearts _____."
The Way it Felt
It is the way the beginning of winter felt,
Yearning
"Perhaps like the sixth symphony you love so much we are decreed by fate."
What is Passion?
“I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.” Aldous Huxley Is passion a verb or an adjective? We know that passion is always the source of our most brilliant moments, the wave that sends ecstasy through our veins. It is the gravity that we feel when we get lost in the dance or enchanted by a song. It is the pleasure of sexual energy that is imagined even before the touching takes place. The human body was built and designed to generate passion. Passion conquers fear and sends you into a turbulent storm to feel, something beyond our tame existence Passion burns like a fire that cannot be extinguished by anything other than acting upon your desire. Passion begs for you to ignite every nerve in your body, to burn like a Phoenix and become baptized by sensuous journeys. Let your lust verify that you are a human being, walk into the fire and leave the ashes of love behind. Remember the struggles are what lead you to passion. Still waters reflect the need to feel. Passion will free you, it will gift you with something more beautiful than you can imagine, something stronger, something wilder something that will elevate your soul, give wings to your madness and courage to your life. On a personal note, (my darling Viking) With you I forget to breathe, I starve for you, I crave you, I want to sit before you, listen to you, touch you, love you beyond all reason, wear the scars of our journey proudly and with purpose. You are my passion, you drive me to the primal places of the ‘unfettered howl’.to the edge of the world and beyond, to my knees, to the flames of hell and the softness of heaven. I love you when the winds are silent and when the storms screams. Everything in our world wills me to you, the cloud, the sun, the sky and the earth. Choosing you was not the safest path, but it has been the most glorious and the most passionate. I would do it over and over again throughout eternity. I have learned from you that fear cannot be trusted but taking your foot off the breaks and letting go can take you to the place of mystical roses and translucent waterfalls. I will always write about you in the language of rapture and fire. I will ink our story upon my skin and I will inject our love into my veins. You are my letter to every star in the universe to every soul who cried out for love, to lust as it walks into the arms of craving, to the fates and the ebony raven, through the love storms and into the eyes of seduction. I write for you until this tale of ecstasy falls upon the endless pyre of being. I surrender myself to you, to the forest and the trees, to your shadow and your light, I embrace the happiness and the sorrow you have stitched into my life. You are my only poem, my only sculpture, my only dream. And here is the secret revealed, “falling in love is easy. Falling in love with the same person repeatedly is extraordinary.” Passion is a verb. Omnia vincit Amor: et nos cedamus Amori. Love conquers all, and so let us surrender ourselves to Love. Keep the Faith, Gesso Cocteau September 15, 2022 Illustration by Pete Berg