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Just Being

The quiet breaths up here... Nothing but loons, chatty warblers and the space between waves.

The lake sparkles, flashing a thousand winks, skipping them across the leaves, a dazzling dimpled disco ball unbound in the waves.

I feel my nerves sigh, softening with each exhale, calming despite nature's buzz washing the forest down.

My senses leap out across the water, dancing, spinning, rebounding back and forth until I'm lost in the echoes of myself.

No Yesterday

No Tomorrow

Just being in the light of now.

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Would you let me in?

I see gaps and cracks

Weaving like willow branches

Putting broken space

Amongst the whole

On some nights chaos hisses

Forth a thick mask, warning,

Wrapping dark veils of concealing silence

Around clashing pieces grinding

To find a fit

Many dawns stretch crisp

Clear kaleidoscopes splashed out

Of the fissures throwing

Frosty fractals to entrance

To bewitch, To enslave

Eyes dazzled, dropping

Stunned before the ice

But as dusk descends

A pulsing glow throbs within

Breathing embers to molten life

Sparks cascading free, spiraling unhindered

Ethereal waves burnishing sand to glass

Obsidian mirrors edging

A thousand shades of red

All these times

I want to ease inside

To hold the core

Amongst the shards

To cherish the truth

Of the whole.

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First Tracks

Last sip

Pools then flows...

All of it,

Even the grainy dregs,

Savored.

A squeeze, push

cracks the cab open.

Cool fingers strip the warm air;

Tickles nasal hair

On first inhale.

Fingers burrow and flex

Hoarding heat.

First step seeps

Six inches deep.

Anticipation flicks

A smile free.

No sound but the

Snows creaking protest of

Every step.

Gear slides on. Over. Around.

Finding its place.

At last...

Click.

Click.

Bury the baskets.

Cut new tracks.

The last steam

Weaves above the Yeti

Waving good day.

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Empty Places

I couldn't hold onto contentedness

even though I clung to us,

gasping for air as you turned away.

It was as if I had to love

empty places before

they could grow full...

the dangling sleeves unable to embrace

the sassy hat bereft of a knowing nod

the still hearth dusted with cold ash

the piled notebooks begging for ink

the drawers void of cotton intimates

the dry water bottle with lid askew

the slippers molded to a missing foot

the hand I trail beside me while walking

I was so desperate to love

that I missed my life filling

with you!

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Elements Clashing

Exhausted soldiers

Lined up to die

Pushed in tight

By wind and time

Tussled, tumbled

When feet find shore

Rising, looming

A rumbled roar

Air rips as they tip

White claws gnashing

Into bones of stone

Elements clashing

Empty shells grinding

Clicks and clacks

Only sand surviving

The relentless attacks...

Between the chaos

Of blood and bone

Lies the truth

Of water and stone

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Rewritten

I asked time to give me back some moments. She told me she can't, but I rummaged through memories anyway, between the pages of love and the heartbeats where tears remain indelible. I told her that I have words to erase, pains to tear away, scenes to relive, forgotten hugs, a kiss I should have given... Time answered that with her help anything can still happen, that by living, the canvas is re-painted with fresh strokes. Sometimes more beautiful, sometimes uglier, sometimes just reframed, but nothing should be regretted as even a single slice of life holds another story to tell, to relive... Wet with the rich colors of hope. Vibrant with the potential essence of happiness and passion.

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Our Story

I treat language with affection

Like you treat your skin with oils, lotions and that dab of ginger behind your ear that my tongue longs to taste.

My words are my brush painting lavish lips across the contours of your attention...

Rub them into the moments unfolding between us,

Swirl the sweetest phrase across your neck, an enticement for me to nuzzle languidly,

Butter your skin with the syllables of my affection, murmurs when words distract,

Then, please, unfold brazenly before my eyes' craving need so our bodies can write the glory of our story...

Again ...

And again ...

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Morning Delight

What a bounty for the eyes. Colors and shapes and sizes, all enticing your desires with promised delight. That feeling of lightly gripping your choice, lifting it free from its frosted fellows, and bringing it to your open lips for the first time... The ecstasy of teeth coming together to pull baked beauty within, washing your taste buds in a rush of sugar. The cascading waves of energy tingling throughout your body as you revel in the texture and taste. Tongue darting to snare dripping creme filling before it drops. Parting your lips to lick them clean, smiling, because you have 9 more salacious mouthfuls left to experience...

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Fogged In

Bless this journey

at 55,

Through a fog shrouded world,

Relentless motor humming.

My bubble, only mine,

Paces along.

5 seconds of clarity

Rubbing against the unknown

Only a moment, I know,

Rolling fates weighted dice.

I'm not in danger, I can see,

Barely just ahead and behind but

White knuckles still wring fear

From the misty void

These spaces frozen by glances,

Wrapped in barbed wire

and scents of gnarled sage

Showered by weeping tears and joy

Swallowed by bites as the sand flows.

Eyes up. Breath. See what comes

An unbound invitation forward...

Forward.

Kneading the unknown into focus,

Highlighting surprises as they appear,

Dancing with delight,

Counting blessings,

Grateful for the hands growing around me,

Traveling beyond 55

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She Noticed

Her portrait painted true in his thoughts.

The stage where her views are free to dance.

The welcome space for her gestures.

Her words don't fight his attention for space.

The abundance of life jackets in his boat.

Danger can't draw breath within his arms.

No storm shakes his hand on the rudder.

No needs ride shotgun with his adoration.

No limits restrain his desire to help.

The molten edges of his glances etching her curves.

The perfect embrace when she holds all of him.

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(Seen, Respected, Appreciated, Heard, Safe, Protect, Consistent, Unconditional, Support, Desire, Passion)

Do You Notice?

Your portrait painted true in my thoughts?

The stage where your views are free to dance?

The welcome space for your gestures?

Your words don't fight my attention for space?

The abundance of life jackets in my boat?

Danger can't draw breath within my arms?

No storm shakes my hand on the rudder?

No needs ride shotgun with my adoration?

No limits restrain my desire to help?

The molten edges of my glances etching your curves?

The perfect embrace when you hold all of me?

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Do You Notice?

Your portrait painted true in my thoughts?

The stage where your views are free to dance?

The welcome space for your gestures?

Your words don't fight my attention for space?

The abundance of life jackets in my boat?

Danger can't draw breath within my arms?

No storm shakes my hand on the rudder?

No needs ride shotgun with my adoration?

No limits restrain my desire to help?

The molten edges of my glances etching your curves?

The perfect embrace when you hold all of me?

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No Time For Grief

Black and white pictures

Cutting nicks into your soul.

Blood blotted with dust

On the filigreed lace

Of the dress you wore,

Your arm, his arm, entwined

As he gave you away.

Lost memories flutter to life,

Butterflies flitting,

Amidst the numb,

Grayscale of your mind.

Blurred through time and tears

Painted scenes clipped

From steel reels

Reducing years to a Best Of collage.

Calls to reminisce

Become hated necessities,

Scraping nails across your scabs.

Condolences lie piled

In the silence of your last sigh,

As the door closes

Behind the last visitor,

As you sit down,

Finally,

To mourn his last day...

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What's Done is Done

Warnings of wide hips

Couched in care

Smiling outside

( I want to hide )

Advice that shears

Tainting the mirror

These words

Shatter against me

Syllables spiraling

Drilling down deep

Wedging wide

Shriven flesh

Festering, bulging

Jagged edges

Perpetually raw

Wounds only I perceive

Never enough

Behind my eyes...

I remember enjoying food, before

Now I taste failure

In every bite

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Newly Wet

When the thunderstorm rumbles it's greeting

Grumbles about your tardiness

Yet shouts for your effort

To embrace the apex of the mount

Encouraging your pace

Nay, shouting for your presence

Reveling in the journey amidst chaos

Rushing towards the cleansing wash

Of participating in the everyday

Of helping those falling behind

Of welcoming awe amidst the mundane

Of just being in this life

I am wet in my newness

I am green in my abilities

Yet, I am becoming whole in my self

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What makes me feel the most loved?

A hand more than held

Gripped and squeezed

Unasked for delights

Coffee, cuddles, compliments

A luscious laugh

Felt core deep

Words whispered to suture

My wounded heart

Exposing my me

To your gentle care

Being leaned on

Bearing the treasure of your trust

Encircling your sadness

Tears salting my chest

Canceling reservations

Tangled limbs our sustenance

Seeing my true self

Accepted in your eyes

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Vulnerable

I forgot your favorite color, and your hometown, and your mother's name...

I remember the curve of your throat, though. I gripped it's beating edges between my fingers until your breath gasped and your heart leapt.

I remember how large your wrists are; I held them in my hands, over your head, and felt your bones shift under my palms.

Why do you trust me so? To let me know you are vulnerable, breakable, yet place yourself in my care?

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Vacant Seat

This space I see beside me

Sits empty during my flight

It gives me room for stretching

But feels anything but right

Although I'm fine in silence

Comfortable in my skin

My joy is amplified by

A lover to cherish within

For on this journey I want

You strong beside my shoulder

Admired, appreciated, loved

My soul mate as we grow older

So take my hand to join me

As we move from now to then

My loving embrace safely

Holding you until the end

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