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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Love Sucks

Underwater the sounds of the world are muffled

The sounds of my lacerated heart beat and blood flow augment

But for a moment a fish in a pond, for a moment I cease to remember

The cool water and tranquil buoyancy calms the rage within, this chiseled to a sharp edge

I feel like a bomb about to detonate, my heart crystallizing into a hard shell

There are some crimes fueled by passion, now I understand

I wish I could cut out my heart and replaced it with a mechanical one

It would be best to purge the rage, to scream out loud on a mountain top, and then cry my heart out

I drove this morning wedged between an 18 wheeler and an SUV

As the lanes closed to merge, I did not care what if...

When does one cease to hurt?

I can’t turn on the radio and listen to love songs

I have the look of a wounded animal -- haunted by memories

So small, so demoralized, I feel like begging for sex – to numb the pain

Or simply to be sheltered in someone’s arms and erase your memory

Don’t look at me that way and pity me, It’s my entire fault

Why, why, why won’t you learn it’s not smart to invest the heart?

Stupid that’s what you are; then again everyone is a fool when in love

Cherish every moment they say…that is because it will never last

Life will make sure you pay the price…eventually

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Played

Hooky today. That goes for posting too.


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R.I.P George Carlin

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin

http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/paradox.asp 

Edmund sent me this web page clarifying the origins
of this essay. Thanks Edmund.

My Refuge

My Refuge



A slab of concrete, similar to the stone altars once used...
To make human sacrifices, sheltered me from the oppressive heat
After reading as much as I could for the night, I turned off the light
As I delighted my senses with the view from above

A colossal pine tree extends its branches offering an embrace
The expansive canvas of the night, tinted a peculiar shade of grey
Its palette a mix of light pollutants blended with brownish tinged air...
And moonlight beams -- covered the top layer of the starry night

I traced the stars, while listening to sounds of the night
This a symphony of crickets creating a sonorous electronic mix
Of vibrant sound waves, sizzling in its tempo, accompanied by
A sporadic and probably inebriated driver or two

Everything is awash in moonlight, like a potent reflector
I wish I could visit the moon in a dream. Is it made of cheese?
In the faltering stages between dream and awake
I distinctly felt a resounding kiss on my lips

Occasionally an unsolicited visitor came to call
I was careful to delicately brush away with the aid of my book
A spider or some other creature attempting...
To escalate the long columns of my bare legs

This reminded me of the next post, written some time ago:

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