In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that light becomes this art.
~Rumi
as translated by Coleman Barks
My wrists and your fingertips. Words measured with care Splay me wide open. I’m yours.
maker of memories complicated and wild flinging your heart wide and open force of nature tender and raw full of smiles wisdom and charm (you)
a fire blazes in the city of my birth– we joke about the causal friction of our union (flint and tinder) your voice like chocolate and brandy liquid starshine soft. smooth. strong. (tinder) were you complicit with the fire? you still are with your lips like butter and soft whiskers (tinder) the hills are still…
Vulva Undulating Love Naked Ecstasy Relinquish Allowing Beautiful Lingering Elegance
“I’m so stupid!’ she wailed as we were getting out of the car this morning. She had forgotten her lunch. I let her cry then held her face in my mommy hands, looked her in the eyes and told her, “You made a mistake. It’s okay to make mistakes. It’s part of learning. I still…
A friend of mine recently told me, “You know, Kymberlee, you will find a man who treats you with the respect you deserve when YOU know you deserve it.” I know it’s true. My spiritual teacher, Matt Kahn, once said in satsang that our bodies and the hearts that inhabit them are works of art….