Often at night – so loud within – I awaken to your demand to join your tribal dance. I laugh – asking you to let me sleep. Not tonight you say, with a gush and pulse so strong I am now awake. You are safe. Let me show you how much I know and love …
I don’t know when it began, this lifetime or past. But this time, my memory and heart warmed upon our first introduction. A friend, a lover, I knew not. So so long ago, I found myself missing you as our eyes and voices first infused. Odd. Please, I said. Take a seat. Tell me our …
How erotic and powerful you are, my feminine drum. Your surge is primal. Carrying with you swells and tides from both storms and calm seas long past. Overpowering me with pleasure, recollection, rage and resurrection. You pirate my vessel as your drum beats plant their hard sole boots on my deck. You only commandeer when …
It was in a Hawaiian ocean that I first felt your power and presence. I had come to you for me, running into you as my heaven and earth. You took my breath away – and embraced my entire body with your smooth salty lips. As the salt waters caressed my heart and creative currents …
I never saw you coming. So familiar our gaze, your voice and my respect for you. And with your invitation, your honesty, and my complete trust – you unwrapped me. And as if waiting a lifetime for this very moment, my ribbons dropped to the floor in unison. Shaking. Flowing. You lead and I followed. …
I’m in labor, as mother and child. Pushing, bearing down, panicking – consumed within a process I don’t control. She’s coming. My inner child that was left on a side street long, long ago. She says she’s ready to come to me, and she has questions of me. As mother and child, I coach her. …
Black, yellow, purple and brown. Signs of death and decay. Proof of life, and the impact of pushing oneself too far in the pursuit of joy and excellence. You bruise still. Sometimes the result of others. Just as many caused by your own doing. You bruise still. Seeing them makes it more real. Evidence of …
I can’t tell where it exactly resides. Somewhere between my throat and heart, right of center. I can’t really describe the feeling accurately. Is it a thump of a drum? A pill caught in my throat? It doesn’t exactly start or end. It’s more like a sound with physical attributes that intensify irregularly with hums …
Primal sacred places come from such mind blowing devastation. How can that be, when we can so easily access these places and enjoy their bounty birthed of scars and cycles of resurrection that miraculously transpired over thousands of years? I come to you. Viewing the layers and altitudes of carved rock cliffs, botanical gardens, and …
