Picture it
Two bodies
Lie navel to navel
Grounded by rock, warmed by greening sun
Two souls
Center to Center, Heart to Heart
Energy shared and separate

When we must move apart
We each have in our care
A portion - heart and self -
Of the Other's soul.

High above
I see the drainage of a 1009 different waters
The width of a great river
A mere thread unravelling
High above
The many shines and shadows
Patterned earth of
seven shades of green and
Twenty nine varieties of brown
Prime, into only itself, One
A bank to the left opens my window to the sky
I think I can see the void of space from here
As white moves to turquoise to rich azure and deepest black
Above even me
Inbetween
I am solid, patterned, run with flowing energy
Of blood and emotion
I am limitless open changeable
Sometimes hiding the depth of myself
Behind shimmering clouds or sunny brightness

The morning Cascades, 

half shrouded in clouds low on their shoulders 

As the sun rises over the mountains. 

Gorgeous. 

HIS WORDS

I would recognize  you for the things I know best

The things that matter most to me

Your eyes

The sound of your voice

The softness of your lips

The smell of your breath

The shape of your hand

The feel of your fingers

The warmth of your breast

And the gentleness of your speech

9.12.2012

Watching water fall

Gently in golden light, that

Late afternoon sun

Our eyes touch, holding, crinkling

To smiles.  We laugh, delighting.

9.4.2012

Three Haiku

                       1

hair riffled in warm breeze
basking pleasure apparent
cat sleeps by heat vent

                      

                     2

sol's bright cold sparkle
glitter frozen twig and tree
sunshine winter day

                     3

warm breathclouds steam
into chill morning, dark turns gray
horse munchs content

Once upon a time there was a quiet and watchful woman. A veil of white hair belied her middling age and crinkling laughter lined her shadow-blue eyes. She lived her life at the edge of things. With some trepidation, she watched zxxxxxxxxx from the far side of the crowded dance floor. Walking alone, she balanced carefully on the brink between hiding and exposure. Bouncing and giddy inside her quiet expectation, on the very edge of her proverbial seat, she watched every day to see what might come next.

Until one sunny day in a cool forest glen where she floated, delighting, in the warm water of a natural spring watching the world ease by in the gentle afternoon. Into the periphery of her vision burst a colorful character, dressed gaily in flowering top hat and leaning on a sparkling staff. He sat himself opposite her in the pool, looking at her through dark eyes full of knowing mischief, and began to tell her the most wonderful stories.

He told her stories of adventure and magic set in faraway desert lands and distant island nations. His stories touched her heart in uncountable ways. They made her weep with their sorrow, and others, with the joy they told. Some stories held brutal life lessons. Still others brought silly or raucous laughter in their telling. All of them, every one, pulled her off the edge and deeply into his living voice.

Most wondrous and exciting of all were the stories he told her of love and desire. Sweet stories filled with whispers and passionate kisses. Stories heated by restrained longing and joyfully explored lust. Sad and beautiful stories of unexpected love, found and lived and lost, but not forgotten.

All love like this, he told her, ends in tears.

Despite that disquieting precipiece, she wasn't afraid. The edges didn't hold much interest for her any more. No longer content to watch, she learned to prefer the exquisite uncertainty of being fully alive in the middle of whatever came next.

Looking around with dismay

Dread in heart and limbs

She hurries toward me

Body pinched

Holding herself tightly

Trying not to fall apart

He’s not ok

Oh my god

No tears

No breath

No words

Holding on to each other tightly

Sad relief

Endless loss

Trying not to fly apart.

10.2012

insulated silence
snowflakes big as your hand
falling soft at dawn

The question has always been why
Why this?
Why you?
Why now?
The answer has been more difficult to name
Yet love makes its own way
To those who least expect it
In the time that can only be now
You are unexpected
A most joyous surprise
I didn't see you coming
Yet here we are~so close
My heart, my life
Will never be the same

Today Sol is slow
Faraway cold and dimmed
Winter's hold is strong

Listen to my words
Hear only what I say
Take this opportunity
To relax your mind
To rest your imagination
You might find strenth there
Where voice and words can
Again become meaningful.

Living a pipe dream
What hubris is this
To love you so
Imagining you long in my life
Deepest friendship
Sweetest lover
Ersatz partner
Foolishness in purest form
A precious fantasy
To grow old by your side
Together
And not
Content with half measures
Satisfied with self-imposed limits
My beautiful pipe dream

White brightness shines warm
Garden growing with each touch
Bathed in summer sun
Love nurtures gentle expansion
Warmth flows from your kind gaze

Breathe into my kiss
Let me taste the life of you
Let me hold you hard against my body
For I would feel the bone and flesh of you
Now touch me gently~here. And here.
That I might open all of me to your strength
Let us come to each other without words
Allowing breath and blood and pounding heart to speak of passion
While you hold my eyes with yours
Seeing into me as my tears whisper of love
2.4.2013

Silk and Flannel

Warm and so soft

Against my delicate skin.

Sensuous silk

Arouse the fire gently

Set my skin ablaze with our slow passion

Comforting flannel

So easy you are

Keeping the ardor of our embrace

Silk and flannel

Odd and just

Mirrors the paradox of our desire

When I give up Resistance

Gentleness and Harmony

Flourish in me.

When I let go of Resentment

Contentment and Love

Take that space.

When I practice Kindness

A Soft Heart and Generosity

Become me.

When I Accept

Life just as it is

I am Empowered and able to

Participate Wholly in it.

9.4.2012

I lost my soul within your kiss
I must return to find it
Hold it safe within
As you hold my body without
My heart has gone missing, too
Lost again in the tenderness of your caress
Locked skin to skin I fly unheeding
Grounded only by your warm breath

Look at me

Don’t look away

Across the room

Or a breath’s span

Our gaze connects

Fusing without words

Longing without greed

Wonder without fear

Love without demand

10.2012

There are not enough tears in the world

For all the reasons  I cry today

Horrified tears of deepest sorrow

For lost children and the brokenhearted

Hopeless tears of futile anger

For helplessness and endless fear

Still, in all the painful sadness

Other tears fall unbidden

From the overflowing of my heart

Grateful tears of sweetest joy

For all the love surrounding me

Gentle tears of purest love

For those hearts I hold for safekeeping

There are not enough tears in the world

For all I must cry today.

12.14.2012