Life is so dellaluscious right now.
It almost seems like it should be illegal
but I’ll just keep letting more of these
good things flow:
Smart, fabulous kids.
Spaciousness for love and creativity.
More sexy, talented man who makes my heart soft and, well…
Amazing, supportive friends.
So fucking much love.
Strength, courage, fortitude.
Pleasure (oh my yes).
And, of course, poetry:
The Lover is ever drunk with Love.
He is mad,
she is free.
He sings with delight,
she dances with ecstasy.
Caught by our own thoughts,
we worry about everything.
But once we get drunk on that Love
whatever will be, will be. ~Rumi