our love

life has a honeysuckle lover

This evening,

as the day ends

Presence  comes to me

envelops me

stills me

and asks me to dance.

I tell him I will let him lead.

whole body excitement to have such a dance partner.

mind cannot know, 

is my Beloved he or she?

something moves me

something touches me

and something loves me, 
all the same.

I am a woman.
my senses tell me

my Beloved is my polar opposite,

or we couldn't be so attracted.

from winter's long sleep

He came to meet my scent

as I express 
from the inside, 

on the wood's edge,
my honeysuckle self.

My Beloved feels very awesomely masculine 

and tender in his love for me.

The music has begun,

I must go now.

peony

oh peony
shivashakti

my feet were bare
the clover was dew soaked.

when we met
everything became like silk.

you got me good.

for this kiss

I am experiencing the most intimate love affair with longing I could ever imagine.........and I am not imagining this...this is what the art historians and Piaget called 'felt sense.'

the thread is thick and juicy and direct and makes me smile a bit like a cheshire cat, am I the one who ate the bird?

literature, films, weave through the brain....

and the sight locks it down,

the sight makes the connection, the dame's rocket, the roses, 

the computer screen and the letters that appear.....

Nothing more needs to happen than this. 

longing dissolves in this 

and kisses itself.

the gespritzt weisswein opened the door

and although there is a hint of judgement, 

oh, judgement, of course you too are welcome here......

I am in the room

so Love is in the room

and I still need you.

oh, thankfully.

I still need YOU to share with. 

because....as is humanly possible......

where two or more are gathered together......

in the name of Love.

in the name of Love's fire.

me, this and you,

ONE

the ONE beloved.....

I will never regret sharing this moment with you

as my layered past flows like background music

and I become 

once again

aware of the breath of life.

oh, my

For this kiss I would return a thousand times.