sunday morning haiku
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
the guy that gets the girl is the one who knows how to love her to love with a full, open heart with a deep, listening ear with joy and abandon the guy that gets the girl takes a stand acts like a man claims her (loves her) the guy that gets the girl has…
I see so often how I longed for something and once I got it, it soon began to be less appealing. This was true of material things, men, experiences and even “freedom”
In today’s audio love note , I do a little more getting real and talk about what I’ve been learning about myself since I left Facebook a month ago.
winter ellipses shimmering essence like butterfly wings– caressing opening softly 1000 roses petals breaking through– defenses illuminated darkness with nocturnal eyes treading softly in– surrender
playing in the sunshine and trickery with Loki a red herring–killed with my own knife– makes for a nice dinner amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle
I see you in your dress with your kind eyes. I know your parents must not have much money. I know about shoes with holes. You smell nice. Like flowers or the rain. I like that you will sit with me. You sit with me. Even though I smell like pee. Even though everyone things…