is not in your
eyes,
nor along the curve of your hip,
nor,
for that matter, any of
your sweet curves.
it’s not even in the gentled
roundness of your soft lips.
not
at all.
it’s not in your
words,
nor your kindness,
nor your loving way.
but
in the song of your soul,
which forever sings
caressingly to me.
you just weren’t feeling me
before.
you just never heard me
before.
i never created
out loud
before.
but
i’ve
Always
been
right here.
the wait in the ashes
was
long
and
filled with doubt.
it hurt at times.
you hurt me at times.
i hurt you at times.
i hurt me
too many times.
awake,
but paralyzed,
waiting for you.
waiting for
you to
be
ready
for my flame.
waiting for me
to burn me away.
waiting,
no more.
no fucking more.
because
We
Are
Free.
big
brown
calf’s eyes, brimming
with
strength
and with will,
glow with the embers
of the Flame
that frees found souls.
profaned
sacredness.
delicious
wickedness.
compassionate
irreverence.
loving kindness
your love
will never be mine alone,
for Gaia
owns
your
soul….
and I love it.
why?
because,
I do,
and love knows no words but:
“be.
just, be”
You see to
the heart.
of everything that matters,
including chocolate,
(and)
you
can
dig it.
trickles
of
hope slip
twixt pebbles
and dreams.
life
moves
on:
downstream.
here i am
standing in this river with you.
feeling
life
push by.
i will fall,
and float
away,
into the realm
of dreams
made real.
come,
if
you
dare.
floating,
on familiar
bouts of ecstasy
tempered by
the weight of history.
my brain
is afire
with endless possibilities
and
outcomes,
but,
in fact,
there
is
only
one.
sometimes,
it means slobber filled kisses,
or
heavy soulful sighs
as the
crackling fire
hisses.
you are tamed wildness:
bottled lightening on tap.
you are my big furry Bear
and i am yours,
always.
i close my eyes,
and
there
you are:
eyes
widely curious
and trusting.
alone again with
you, so naturally
i want to flee.
you know me
so well.
if only i could
open
myself to know you too,
we could,
we would….
but,
instead,
i open my eyes, again,
and i read,
or i write,
or i stare at the air.
I
‘m
not
ready
to
receive my
love from
you.
but thank you,
for being
here,
with me.
a generous soul
must give;
a loving heart
must embrace;
and yes my dear,
kindness
must be shared.
be brave,
and love big.
be stupendous
and smile with joy.
be true to you,
and live
out
loud.
and yes,
i love you
too.
slipping
swirling
fluttering
and
spinning,
this leaf
and that,
sailing,
in the wind.
with feathery grace
or dignified aplomb,
they all fall,
fall,
fall,
down
to
the ground.
a sudden gust,
and one leaf flies,
surging with hope
but,
ethereal as these flights may be,
soon
there is only moldering,
under each tree.
so,
enjoy the view
and fly carefree.
even a leaf’s journey
from sky
to dirt,
may
set
you free.
a shy side glance,
and a
boisterous laugh.
smiles (lots & lots of smiles).
words flowing easily,
tumbling over each other like puppies at play:
uncensored and giddylike,
but carefully probing
for more signs.
glances
less shy,
and
eventually seeing
eye
to
eye.
a sense of ease
and
a
curiosity unfulfilled-
eternally perhaps,
or
one
may
dream.
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