a haiku of closure
the world, awash in moonlight.
just one month later,
you seem like a distant dream
photo by John McCormick I had my kids for the last week and had so many things planned, so much I thought we would do and had visioned all kinds of things that would happen. Snuggles by the fire, holiday gatherings, gingerbread-house making, etc. I imagined holiday cheer just oozing out of our experience. Then…
a wound begging to be touched and healed soulful eyes full up with mystery and depth two hearts so tender and vulnerable our meandering conversation and feet no destination– just a curved line poetry rocks spattered with raindrops the fragrance of spring yellow, red and green cedar married with sorrow –a new path to walk…
I see the Past, Present, and Future existing all at once before me.” – William Blake Today the crocuses opened to the sun like a lover. Today the sun kissed my skin sweetly. Today I ripped muscles and danced with joy. Today I took exquisite care of myself. Today I stayed warm and hydrated. Today…
her fingers so soft on tight flesh sinuously stroking the deepest innerworkings (shadow dance) his complexities and contradictions had her wanting more the deep empty beckoned erotically entangled in the black, hollow void stripped bare of personal desire mesmerized and aching the stillness pulling and engulfing wet madness dripping off the edges union became a…