As if words might be too little for everything that this is and everything that you are. Easier to keep it all inside, cherished and nurtured. What it is though, this thing we are making, this phoenix rising, my head wants to give words to everything that’s in my heart and mending my soul. I sit with pen poised and lose myself in the thoughts. Thinking, thinking… kisses, such sweet kisses… like Aurora, I’m awakened, and the kiss is the first, of course it was the first, and also the now and my thoughts are spinning away. Pen forgotten, swept up in memories; I marvel at this, at how Life can in a heartbeat, give you back every cherished thing you thought wasn’t to be, couldn’t be… Puppy love, broken hearts, soul mates, lessons that needed learning, lessons yet to be learned. My self cracks open and the words all spill out, written on to your skin these cursive kisses and copperplate caresses… whispered in your ears and finally exhausted because there will never be enough to make up for those unspoken in that space in between.
Those words left over are limitless “I love you’s” and the rhyme is always your name and if I never wrote anything again except for these… I would be content with this body of work.
26 January 2017
My words may now seem more rare and few
I simply choose to share the best with you
Who else would understand the shape and sound
Of words formed in my heart a lifetime ago
Traced onto yours with tentative hope
20 January 2017
No words can possibly convey
This depth of union
This sweet abandon
This ordained reunion
Sharing every inch of our souls
06 January 2016
Now honey around you
I’m feeling so good
‘Cause you picked me up out of the rough
And you polished me up and made me brand new
By now, most of you know how I feel about New Year’s hoopla, resolutions and schmaltz.
~ 2014 and 2015 editions ~
Overall 2016 wasn’t bad, other than the loss of so many wonderful, talented people and many of them still so young. In my own little corner, I spent far less time on the Interwebs, focussing on my expanded family and home, reconnecting with special people (yes, this is for you Rew!), my extended family and working out as much of the residual ‘stuff’ of previous years as possible. Let it never be said that I have baggage – I may have a carry on but I prefer to think of it as a tool kit of experience.
As to resolutions, again this year I won’t. You don’t have to either. Do your best throughout the year, it’s all we can ask of ourselves and each other. Life has enough challenges for us without our feeling obligated to (potentially) overextend.
From my family to yours, much love, and sending you all a wish for health, happiness and prosperity in the coming year.
1 January 2017
The marauder withdrew. Occasional flaming arrows or signature attack – a trojan horse variant – were vivid reminders that he enjoyed subjugation as much as decimation.
So it began; a placing of stones. Slowly at first, then rising high and sturdy until a wall – impenetrable, unassailable – surrounded the one treasure that remained unsullied.
These arms around me, this shoulder for my head
Strong back, long legs that steady as my intentions tumble down
A silent cacophony, rushing madly, lightning and surging
Examining this exultation amidst the rubble, I understand
This kiss that I’d thought was a long ago echo
Has become here and now
My heart’s Jericho
18 December 2016
I wrap myself in a simple garment of cotton
One that holds in its threads the essence of you
Slipping in and out of my self and my soul
Catching stitches of the past and the present
Gently pulling my heart-strings closer together
Weaving what I once was into who I am now
Tiny healing stitches of you and me
What I am and who you see
Carried in each inhalation
Something both electrifying and benediction
Talisman or lodestone, I can’t be sure
Knowing only that mornings of late
I come awake more fully who I am
More completely my own woman
Wrapped in the scent of a man
26 November 2016