The dance.

smile and turn

laugh and sway

bring your head about

and play this way

tap a foot

and let minds wander

it’s a swinging pendulum

that we are living under

bend that eye

and smooth that tear

let go of pleasure

sing a song to fear

and calm it

and tend it

and make it less so

swing and crouch

let in

and let go.

The Moon that shines on me.

You are the moon

I recall you when day grows long

and I need your eye upon me

reminding me of soft caresses

and gentle guidance.

I am never lost when I look to you

you follow slowly always

behind me, watching over

leading me along paths

awash in silvery threads

and soft breezes.

You are my moon

and I whisper secrets

into your ears

knowing I can trust them

to be held close

and cherished,

always, I feel cherished.

The moon bids me cry

when I need to cry

The moon bids me rest

when I need to rest.

To be at peace,

for he is eternally nearby.

He vigilantly reminds me

that I am not lost,

I am traveling.

He is the companion

by my side

to show me with sweetest calm

that which I cannot see

but he knows.

I love the moon,

he is my constant friend

and I am forever the wolf

that watches

and is made glad in heart

for nothing is as kind

as a light that gives only

that which is part of it’s beng.

You are the moon.

You are my kin.

I will not forget!

Shine on

and I will walk with you

always.

Somewhere drifting..

you make a mind happy

your hands

your eyes

your smile

your gentle heart

your inner dialog

your inner core

that thing that escapes definition

but bonds me to you

like a connection

that time itself was unprepared for

and cannot quite explain

or bear to sever.

It’s very uniqueness creates it’s survival

for who can end

what is singularly born?

I want you here

I want you near

I want you eternally in my gaze

where I can laugh and smile

and play with your hair

make you aware of the sweetness that exists

within you.

The world has had you long enough

now it is time for you now

to close the gates and enter

find a place to dwell

and linger

letting yourself trust

for once completely at peace within your walls

not feeling a need to draw the curtain

in order to shine your light

or curse your fate

or forget your manners

and simply be

you delight a spine with shivers

the truth of you is awakening

the deepest parts of me.

reach out.

His heart shines

though his eyes are lost

my fingers itch to calm his hands

twisting and fretting

natural inclinations

like breathing in

and breathing out

I seek not to stop his figet

but to give his hands focus

my palms warmth

making his own a shelter

a place to rest and know peace

my hands are not soft

my hands are not rough

they walk the line between

just as his eyes walk

between sadness

and concern

looking for a place to land

land here

rest here

find love.

Bed Hog…

Mumbling incoherently

I smack you in the face

twisting in my sleep

stealing covers.

You attempt,

oh so politely,

to regain your lost position,

but you have lost the battle

your boarders have been breeched

and you are aggravated

and amused,

albeit begrudgingly.

so you pull out that secret weapon

and use it

until giggling my face emerges

rumpled from sleep

abashed

knowing I have stolen

every last blanket

you own.

Your fingers curl along my sides

their mission complete

as tickles become touches

and touches become clutches

and giggles become moans of a happiness

just as profound

and deeply felt.

Forward

He will never know

that he saved me

with the shyness of  his smile

with the greatness of his heart

with the essence of his life

being quietly lived

he makes no excuses

he makes no apologies

he gives no inch

to anyone

not even himself

he takes into himself his defeats

and owns them

praying that his path

will lead him gently

once the hard parts have past

accepting that this may never be

while looking ever forward

towards tomorrows promise

of a rising sun.

How to wake a naked man.

Light finger touches that brand him mine.

I lightly dwell, where it is impolite to mention

in mixed company.

Making a man sigh is something sexy

makes a woman feel powerful

in away that she turns about

and makes less selfish

by increasing his pleasure

with saucy licks and tender nips

that travel a body slowly

without need for a passport.

Something about a dreaming man

impossible to resist

especially one who sleeps

so delicately nude

like an unwrapped present.

I let my eyes feast

and adore the lack of calories

for this food is rich

and addicting,

feeling him wake is wicked

for I will know the moment

he knows he is not dreaming.

Joy is in the anticipation

of eyes that spark

and set him aflame

as surely as my touch

makes silky steel.

The power of a giving heart

the peace of sensual overload

the greatness of a love

given freely

returned freely.

How I love to wake you

knowing as I do

that there is much more to enjoy

with the opening of your eyes.

Humming bird.

They looked upon her and decided

there was not much of interest here

They missed it

for they were not looking

when she gazed up through her lashes

humming “Don’t worry, be happy”.

They missed it

those purple socks

and that glimmer of secrets

hidden cleverly in the folds of her smile

They missed it

those tapping toes,

and roaming fingers

playing air piano.

They missed it

that twinkle

that darts about the room

looking for something amusing

or at least the next something.

They missed it

and this pleases her

in some way that she cannot explain

any more than she can explain

why pink elephants are funny

why balloon eating trees make her laugh

why unmatched socks delight her

why those who get it, get it

why those who don’t, never will.

feather like..

You enrich my heart

like fertile soil

with that penetrating eye

that sees my scars

and gently cups them

like you would erase them

if you could

with a blink

your eyes become something

that speeds up a pulse

and sends a smile

winging

into the empty that once was

my cup runs over,

blessings,

In your love I have found my peace

me, this simple girl

who cannot understand

why she has been gifted

with such a loving hand

to hold her own.

Mind goes a-walking, thoughts a-talking

I linger overlong on thoughts of you

and goofy smiles draw themselves

to my face

It seems God does have a sense of humor

else why this face?

why these lines,

this body with all it’s lack of glory?

I hide my face with blushes

peeking past my hand

wondering why I am hiding

from myself, anyway

are we not intimately acquainted,

me and myself?

so fun to find something

I never knew about me.

They say this is the beginning

but why does it feel like the middle?

Looking for a bag of oreos

glad that I cannot find them

though my hips

are vastly disappointed

I think about you and smile

wondering why I am so very pleased

by thoughts that make me more aware

that am not with you

yet.

It is that yet I think

that makes it ok.

For with a yet

there is hope

for a now.