... she dances in the driveway, sun creating a long shadow foretelling the woman to come. the song she sings  would not be considered  appropriate for joyous dancing by all who live here. she sings anyway because it seems right to her... in her joy, in her innocence. oh please, god, let her keep that heart. let her dance  always to all songs in deep joy. let her always know  her dance is beautiful. she is beautiful.

... in early morning waking  there is that fleeing dream. it is almost lucid  as I feel your body  curled behind me... the warmth of my back spoon, gradually cooling. . my heart breaks  under the weight  of no expectation, of never-will-be, of truth. how do I ever sing again? . I rise from sleep, shower the hope away, put on the pretense of the day. "hello world. it is me! everything is going to be fine." ...

... we met love  and thought the dreams were true. but now  we avoid love. there is no truth. there is no peace. the abyss grips fearful hearts. the song has changed  and "believe" is no more. grief has been surpassed.  there is only shame.  ...

... i gaze at the moonlit sky and I am full of you. you are my meditation. I am mindful of your face, caught by the sound of your voice. the sensuality of you holds my heart in peace and joy. there is no thought other than you, the real you, the hidden you. my heart knows you and loves you now. there is no yesterday. there is no tomorrow. you are my meditation. my mindful moment. my everything......

I hide... every day. from hurt, from love, from myself. when my body longs most to feel your breath, to share your space, to be owned by you, I remind myself  why love cannot be, why joy is perilous,  why I will never be enough. the full moon breaks  into a million faceted pieces  and falls from my sky. ....

. Dreaming of your face Your mouth Your gentle laugh Has become an incompletion. This hunger draws me closer To the precipice And a nightmare of unwise wanting. Memories of sweetness Cannot feed my heart. I am torn in the effort To understand this silky binding That tethers me to Stony bareness, So near... So far. You draw away in the gloaming, In the violet hour, To the singing of your own heart. Seeking my own filling L...

Hopeful dreams draw me near.The thought of your hands .....caressing,.....soothing,.....loving,Makes my mind race Beyond wind-chased clouds.Is there something more than loveThat births dreams of beaches And bodies heaving in sweaty contention?My fingertips slide over burning skinPulling you into my Warmest,Most welcoming Imagining.Your voice sings a song of passion and peace And dances me between tears and laughterAnd nea...

You are broken .... but you are enough. Remember this as you wish for the .... life .... love .... language that belongs to another. Stop adding new cracks to your fragile soul through flagellation and words that you have deemed are your just dessert. Rest in love you know. Trust the moments. Tell yourself over and over .... you are worthy. ...

Some days I am the poet drawing pictures of moments with words poured out like spoonfuls of falling light. The written phrases may, or may not, be diluted by those that follow. My terrified heart often tries to press darkness into the light, to repaint the revelations and disguise them. Some days I am the poem, flowing out of a spring of crass beauty. In this stream I am revealed, exposed, stripped naked. It flows quickly...

tonight I sat in dark warmth and listened to carols of old sung with love and passion and true faith. filling those moments was the memory of joy stolen.... the theft motivated by a need to keep me in line, to keep me isolated, to keep me powerless. and I allowed it. over and over I let them steal my joy, kill my love, wound my very soul. a storm began to play the roof joining the sound of a quiet guitar. raindrops fell l...

birds fly and swoopover fields now bareand lying fallow.each patch of harvest completeholds promise.i am a fallow field...my heart restingand full of possibilities.my body longs for your touchon each furrow,each hopeful swell,each painful beat of my heart.you are the birds flying,pressed to and fro by windand any stray distraction.eventually, however,if I am enough,you will rest on my breastand find everything you desire.

here I am, a pale desperation,when your passion prefers the dark and exotic, the scent of campfiresand the sound of music that stirs your blood with whispers of more to come. here I am,a sweet longing...loved and cosseted but never quite enough to satisfy at any moment...all magnolias and jasmine and everyday china... no one truly special. here I am,a heartfelt murmur waiting for those drops of gentle touches across my op...

I awoke to the feeling of your warm bodywrapped around meand the rhythm of your regular breathingruffling my hair. I felt so safe at that moment. Memories returned of a different sort of breathing as your body blanketed mineand your strong, erect length invaded me. Hands grasped at my tenderest spots bruising, possessing, owning every inch. Your kisses were drugging.Your voice a vibration that stirred my whole body to ope...

my mouth is pouty today.....an invitation to your mouth to kiss me gently right at its corner,to whisper wicked and shocking thingsas you smile your teasing smile,and make love to my heart. will you come close to meand know the texture of my giggles as you breathe me into your soul? your hand slides up my arm tracing its length as lightly as a butterfly's wings.your fingers caress my throat as your other hand rests at my...

I feel you draw near as I watch the stars move across the sky and travel with them in light years of space and empty dreams. your warmth, your aura, your breath envelopes me drawing me back into the earthly realm. music plays in a room of smoke and mirrors and fills me with you. we move to a rhythm that belongs to us and your hands play my body. fingers caress my breasts and pull my clothes aside to touch flesh made sensi...