Soliloquy: Chasms of the Mind

By Sharon Butler-Charles

The writings are a compilation of original spoken word writings that were created in abstract form.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jan 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098337452

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©2020 Sharon Butler-Charles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

ISBN: 978-1-09833-744-5 (print)

ISBN: 978-1-09833-745-2 (ebook)

Contents

Please Wait…

Your Safe Hand

Mr. Majestic

Mother Resilience

Tethered Attraction

Dirty Ancestor

Mr. Pain

Emerald Lady

Never Mind

I Thought You Told Me…

The Great Pretender

Ms. Pearl

Deception 101

Six Figures

Father Time

Fifty-fifty Chance…

Cradle of Life

Sweet Sister In-Law

Pillow Talk

Shadow Dancer

Phantom Lover

Can You Feel Me?

Encryption 101

Mighty Swimmers

Encryption 102

You Matter, My Precious One

Overcast

Encryption 103

The Quest

Day Dreamer

Doormat

Madame Butterfly

Encryption 104

My Child

Distress Call

Lasting Impression

Vanishing Act

A Recipe for Peace

Chance Encounter in ‘89

Who ‘dhat?

The Climber

Rock Me Baby

Obedient Subject

Warm Kisses

Passive Accoster

Final Act

Moving On

Corporate Jewel

Crimson Tide

The Perfect Look

Mr. Mayor

Please Wait…

Once again, the lights begin to flicker and go dim. A commanding jolt rocks me to my very core. Is that you beckoning for my vulnerable presence? Yes, my love, I hear you calling for me, but this time, will you wait for me?

As I uncoil from my fetal position and stagger toward you, will you hear my soft cold feet approaching your intoxicating energy and wait for me? As I get closer to you, I can smell your presence and feel your warm breath brushing across my cold eager frame. I need you to not only wait for me, but to receive me and envelope me like I know you can... just like you did many times before.

I don’t care that you have no eyes to see me coming, because the loud roar that emanates from your strong frame sends chills of anticipation throughout my being as I anxiously approach your strong, warm nostrils.

I extend my arms to receive you; my heart is pounding to connect with your searing energy. Please wait, I mutter softly, so as not to scare you off again.

Can’t you feel my desperate gait coming toward you? Don’t you know your heavy breathing makes my eyes tear up and my soft wispy