today, as we played
she said, “I didn’t know your ribs were ticklish.”
i thought of how
i know where you like
to be kissed
and stroked
but i didn’t know all
your soft places
and you didn’t know mine
(hurt happened)
as i started crying,
she said, “maybe this isn’t a good time for the tickle game.”
and i realized
sometimes
it takes a long to know someone’s soft places
(that’s what makes love worth it)
the fire was spun like caramelized sugar with a smirk (and the hissing) my tongue, wet and hungry reached out to closed spaces (closing spaces) the balloons soaring above the firelight taking a piece of me into the embers below (with a hiss) it darkened and everything went cold the fire remains but doesn’t warm…
I posted a copy of my 100 Paths to Ecstasy the other day on Facebook. I realized as I was reading through them that I haven’t done some of them and need to go back and re-do many of them. Because I had never done #33, I thought I would. The picture above shows the…
I saw two things this morning that I find very affirming. Not only are they spoken by people I admire who are doing wonderful things in this world but they affirm my own deep, inner knowing. The first comes from Deepak Chopra: “Step into it every moment by getting rid of your habitual certainties.” I…
yesterday was a different kind of conversation with petals flying and thunder booming in the end, a soft a rain fell against the night * this morning songbirds are warbling the ancient trees are still and plaintive a jay screeches a call to action as the sky stretches * tomorrow is not here yet
The way your voice fills the room like honey sunlight your tongue touching a certain place in your mouth– I lean in. (aching) Words spill recklessly from your beautiful mouth unfiltered and weighted, the pressure of them sticks to me no–not the pressure, the power it has a…