Old Souls Fly Far

a thirst for adventure
but not the water in your bowl.

a hunger for affection
but not meat and bones.

you have appetites still,
that this world cannot fill.
so prepare to continue on your way.

preparing yourself.

preparing us.

 

why must you go
and leave me?

 

so many journeys we’ve taken
together.
but on this one,
you go
alone.

 

you will live in my heart, and my sweet memories
(of course that’s what they ALL say),

but
I want your stinky fur in my nose.
I want your cold nose pressed to my neck.
I want to see you run
free,
constantly teaching
me how
to be a free
being.

 

But your job is done:

My soul IS free.
My heart is full.
My most precious treasure,
protected, safe, and STRONG.
we are wiser
for you.
for you,
my lovely beast.

 

lost in this world, but
for you.

 

thank you

 

Rules of the Game

there are none.

seriously.

there is only
you
+
love.

so don’t plan…

dont
ever
plan-
She doesnt like that.

you cannot be a Mistress
or a Master
of the Universe. (She is not the obedient type)

take your journey
and
walk your path
but
at some point
(most likely many points)
She will roundhouse kick you in the face
with life; or
She will drop kick you in the back of the head
with Love;

so go ahead and plan, for a giggle.
or,
set sails full
and let Her
take you
to
where you need to be.

FoxBorough

pittering
(too busy to patter)
skurrying &
slinking.
daintily
magically
fearfully,…
trickstery.

stopping
in order to
sniff
my heart’s intent,
he turns to go-
and turns again
to
sniff some
more.

Keeper of secrets
and mysteries,
and this boy’s imagined
histories.

Guardian
of misty nights,
and impromptu
smiles.

Mr. Foxy Fox,
welcome home,
to the castles,
and pyramids
of my mind.

A Kiss

‚ÄčThe long drawl of cicada song: hundreds of crescendos, and not one diminuendo.
woodpecker’s pounding is accentuated by dropping acorns.  
Robins and cardinals and finches and catbirds each offer brief, yet  impassioned solos.  a night heron croaks in, right before bed, and two fish sound the cymbals across the glassy stillness.
Dragonflies dance to these luscious sounds of summer, drunk with a lust, and a need unquenchable, they fly in tandem, fulfilling Summer’s ripe promise.

and

two Lovers,

amidst this perfect symphony.

exchange a KISS.
a KISS 

to answer that singular question,

that will usher in a lifetime 

of mutual discovery, sensualism,

revelations, freedom, and….
oh, but for a kiss