Sleep with Me

Sleep with me



Envelop me in the comfort of your arms while our satiated bodies rest warmed by our collective body heat. Together we’ll travel to distant realms in spirit; unafraid to soar to unfamiliar shores, for we know we will watch each other’s back.


Luscious skin to skin contact like Velcro. Our hands, and lips roam freely knowing intimately every curve and every slope -- a special place to call home.
This place made so much more special and comforting when connected in a primal dance. A dance a deux ever so intimate when the eyes speak what the heart holds.


No room for extra baggage, insecurities, or regrets. Life is this moment – live right now!

Do not let the worries of the world which are plenty, intrude in this sanctuary atop your bed.


This special place is the circle of your arms -- a place to belong to.


Sleep with me tonight so that in the morning, we will appease our various appetites once again.

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Shame

Shame

It feels so strange and exhilarating

As I wonder what’s in store

Like a split pomegranate bursting with plump seeds

Leaking bright red rivulets of juice

I feel helpless as to the changes within

I feel ashamed and disconcerted

Like the day the budding flowers

Pushed forth my peach colored dress

Three ugly boys in school made a bet

As one dared to grab the unrestrained nascent fruit

I am still a child, yet my body says otherwise

I still play with Barbie dolls with my best friend

Ingrid is a year older – almost eleven years old

She made a big deal of her arrival

Yet also taught me to feel ashamed

Later I learned that it’s a curse

Bestowed on women for sins incurred

Seems fitting, a woman’s work is never done

I see women bearing great burdens

Along with nurturing a new life within

I really don’t like this business of growing up

My body growing hairs, and pillows

I dislike the looks I get while innocently walking by

Reminds me of those three mean boys at school

I cover my chest with a notebook, as I ignore them

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Simplicity

Early Sunday morning was overcast and hazy along the shore. The vaporous fog like cigarette smoke lingering in an insulated lounge.

Early risers cast their nets for fishing, impervious to the cold body of water licking their bare legs.

I inhaled great gulps of sea air; the weight of my back pack felt too heavy. I dropped it somewhere and lay down to observe the crushing waves.

There is a perfect synchronization and rhythm to its motion. I become aware that in the vast and voluptuous contour of the magnificent ocean, a school of dolphins have come to play.

They have congregated right in front of me, and they seem eager to put on a good show. As graceful as ballerinas they propel to the surface, only to plunge with synchronized precision into their natural habitat.

Like traveling performers they play, entertain, and show off unabashedly.

I feel connected somehow, as if this were a sign. As if they had appeared to remind me of the wonder of life. Oddly I am filled with vibrant joy -- and gratitude -- for the privilege to have been the selected audience.

Its little joys like these, so seldom purchased, which create the wispy web of happy memories.

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