my capacious heart
(open)
full moon setting at dawn
my capricious heart
(following)
leaves swirling in cold wind
my tenacious heart
(wounded)
embracing a chameleon sky
Lover, paint me with your desire! Write your poetry on my flesh– with your teeth. Lover, splash with me in the puddles of life! Explore the landscape of my earth– with your tongue. Lover, play with me with deviant innocence! Write your opus with whispers of song– to my heart. Lover, come to me now…
There are the ones who yammer on endlessly about themselves– their work their art their hobbies their past. yammer yammer yammer I call these the wounded children, the narcissists the boring. There are the ones who peek into every crevice– of my life ask too many questions and swim too deep into my being. swim…
some people are crazy obsessive, cruel and so sad love them anyway keep your windows closed doors with locks from the inside love them anyway with heart protected the fire warm and tended love them anyway
maybe all i ever needed was to let life come to me to stop trying so hard to wait and listen to be a bowl to be filled more chalice less blade i like being filled up i like being soft
I have learned that when people are determined to see me through a dark lens, they won’t be talked out of it. I have, however, learned that it’s their lens not my truth. That’s a good feeling.
I know you come here to visit this blog. Thousands every month (or perhaps just one of you thousands of times!) I don’t know who you are, but here’s what I want you to know: You are loved and lovable. You are beautiful. I appreciate you. I wish you oodles of love, laughter and joy…