queen of cups
trickling tributaries
raging rivers
bipolar bifurcations
she,
discerning
choosing
surrendering
choosing life
choosing love
neither predator
nor prey
(finally!)
an open vessel–
at once overflowing
and empty
ready to fill
and be filled
Notes to my future love: – You should know that I am a very tender person with a big, open heart. I love the world but have kept myself away from true love out of fear. I have done a lot of work to change that. I’m not afraid anymore. – This heart I’m speaking…
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…
My daughter, Gigi, and I read poetry to one another in the morning at breakfast. She read this one to me last week. Today, as we lay snuggled at Seward Park in Seattle, basking in the sunlight and watching it glisten on the water, I was reminded of this poem and the miracle of life…
“Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars.” ~Victor Hugo: Ninety-Three Not being a big follower of pop culture, I was only recently introduced to the term, “Manic Pixie Dream Girl“. My ignorance of the term, however, doesn’t mean I don’t understand this flat, one-dimensional character that people try to project on to the…