playdate haiku
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip
while we were talking
This beautiful poem arrived in my email box tonight. The words make me ache with something…like reaching for fingertips but not quite getting there or continually being on the edge of an orgasm… it’s beautiful. Friend by Martin Challis I have kissed you in many mouths; those hunted doorways emptying like children from school. I…
do you see me through the smoke and mirrors of your projected mind? do i see you? is there a me to see or am i just a fractal of a greater reality? when you say you love me do you mean me or a fragment from your former reality? is there a love beyond…
softness of an infant’s head the scent of amber a Mariachi band plays!
The laying in bed at midnight in the dark listening, sharing, laughing for hours. Then that quiet space in between thoughts and words where he says, “yeah…” Then exhales with a stretch. (that)
“You don’t have to let yourself be terrorized by other people’s expectations of you.” ~Sue Patton Thoele As the rain is falling with soft urgency this morning and the bright green birch leaves outside my window flirt with me, I sit here in my warm bed sipping coffee, listening, reflecting and looking at my Facebook…