Burst

Love is a burst. Of feeling, of commitment, of gratitude, of contented bliss. Someone once asked me why I was single. Answered simply, people are selfish and I am too giving and I have not found a true accomplice who makes me burst forth. But I always have hope.

Expression

You have many marvelous looks and I secretly note each one, contemplating what they mean. I watch your hands as you express yourself without words. Your lovely eyes and hands tell a beautiful story. I watch and listen like an enchanted child.

Exhalation

The simple comfort of someone's slow breath drifting off and the quiet warmth of waking to sleepy skin. The close, intimate business of joined slumber requires a body's ability to fully trust and relinquish; the most contented of all exhales. This feeling I seek forever eludes me.

Flirt

Warm, dark chocolate colored eyes, illuminated and hidden, only to be betrayed by the formation of a smile that quickly turned to laughter and a shy,shaking nod. How beautiful you are...

Sight

I can only see when I close my eyes

Then

And then one day I started noticing things that had always been there - just never seen before.

Perfect night

Bare feet, wet hair, dancing in the boardwalk fountain with twinkling neons lights above, laughter filling the air

Fire

Cool, blue flames licking and burning down, dancing, soft and dangerous, with warmth and the power to scar.

Power

Just because you are not using your power does not mean you do not have the power.

Glimpses

Days of surprises.  A shirt I haven't seen. A look you have never worn. A reaction I didn't expect.

You

You move through me like water rushing about me, warming me, burning me, cooling me, soothing me.

Out there

"A certain darkness is needed to see the stars"

Elemental

I touch the fire and it freezes me.

The Story of Film

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"If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck 'em." John Waters

Hands I have always had a love affair with hands, even when I was little. Hard earned, well-worn hands to be precise. I find beauty and safeness in them. I feel as if they know things and hold on to those secrets. Hands tell your story, even the ones you don't always share. They will remember all your firsts, like the smooth feel of ice on the pond, the nervous shaking when first behind a wheel, the burn from playing with the toasted marshmellows, the satisfaction of fixing something and making it work, the joy and frustration in drawing and painting, the comfort of soil when planting, that first touch of silk stocking and the current it created within, the initial touch of someone's skin, feeling the trace of lips, so soft and inviting. Hands hold your mysteries and show character, like the coloring of too many days in the sun, crooked fingers from forgotten adventures, scars from being careless with knives, strength from working them raw, the gentleness they show when holding someone's hand, the fire they hold when reaching for the object of their passion and the comfort they offer when words aren't enough.

Old Friend

He and I are old pals, for I have met this particular loneliness before. He likes to join me for long walks and tea. He shows up unannounced in words I read, lyrics I hear. Perhaps I should not let him in and allow him to get comfortable. But his face is so familiar. With every visit, I feel as if he has something to say and I am trying to listen. I just wish the silence was quieter.

What now?

You opened the gate
invited me in, then
you turned and went inside,
without a word.

What now?

A psychic, globally warmed truth serum

I am overflowing from conversations with constellations, wanting to inspire, provoke, invoke, evoke and tantalize. To be high on ideas, not things. To be less consumed with consumerism and embrace creativity. Look inward instead of outward. Experience splendor. To not always be pretty, blissful or esctatic. To be quirky, courageous, decorative, eccentric and socially unorthodox. Not be scared of freedom, recklessness and scandal. Show deviance and exuberance, spiritual splendor, texture, and color. Embrace the sensation, transgressive, explosive, and unsettled. Tickle, rattle, amuse, repulse and overthrow!

And onward I go. To the next part of my own story...

Helped by Alice Walker

“HELPED are those who are content to be themselves; they will never lack mystery in their lives and the joys of self-discovery will be constant.
HELPED are those who love the entire cosmos rather than their own tiny country, city, or farm, for to them will be shown the unbroken web of life and the meaning of infinity.
HELPED are those who live in quietness, knowing neither brand name nor fad; they shall live every day as if in eternity, and each moment shall be as full as it is long.
HELPED are those who love others unsplit off from their faults; to them will be given clarity of vision.
HELPED are those who create anything at all, for they shall relive the thrill of their own conception, and realize an partnership in the creation of the Universe that keeps them responsible and cheerful.
HELPED are those who love the Earth, their mother, and who willingly suffer that she may not die; in their grief over her pain they will weep rivers of blood, and in their joy in her lively response to love, they will converse with the trees.
HELPED are those whose ever act is a prayer for harmony in the Universe, for they are the restorers of balance to our planet. To them will be given the insight that every good act done anywhere in the cosmos welcomes the life of an animal or a child.
HELPED are those who risk themselves for others' sakes; to them will be given increasing opportunities for ever greater risks. Theirs will be a vision of the word in which no one's gift is despised or lost.
HELPED are those who strive to give up their anger; their reward will be that in any confrontation their first thoughts will never be of violence or of war.
HELPED are those whose every act is a prayer for peace; on them depends the future of the world.
HELPED are those who forgive; their reward shall be forgiveness of every evil done to them. It will be in their power, therefore, to envision the new Earth.
HELPED are those who are shown the existence of the Creator's magic in the Universe; they shall experience delight and astonishment without ceasing.
HELPED are those who laugh with a pure heart; theirs will be the company of the jolly righteous.
HELPED are those who love all the colors of all the human beings, as they love all the colors of the animals and plants; none of their children, nor any of their ancestors, nor any parts of themselves, shall be hidden from them.
HELPED are those who love the lesbian, the gay, and the straight, as they love the sun, the moon, and the stars. None of their children, nor any of their ancestors, nor any parts of themselves, shall be hidden from them.
HELPED are those who love the broken and the whole; none of their children, nor any of their ancestors, nor any parts of themselves, shall be hidden from them.
HELPED are those who do not join mobs; theirs shall be the understanding that to attack in anger is to murder in confusion.
HELPED are those who find the courage to do at least one small thing each day to help the existence of another--plant, animal, river, or human being. They shall be joined by a multitude of the timid.
HELPED are those who lose their fear of death; theirs is the power to envision the future in a blade of grass.
HELPED are those who love and actively support the diversity of life; they shall be secure in their differences.
HELPED are those who KNOW.”
― Alice Walker