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Wander among the trees at night
and moonlight will echo the pattern of stars
on the solid ground,
her little way of joining heaven and earth.
Under the spell of moonlight,
lovers sigh in unison
but is it a sigh of
love fulfilled or love unrequited?
Sighs delivered in moonlight
all sound the same
and one must stop thinking
to know the difference.
Constellations will tell you
old stories of lovers
meeting furtively under the watchful eyes of the moon.
Weapons laid aside,
(those words that aim straight at the heart)
lovers grievances forgotten,
the spell of moonlight
momentarily halts the pains
endured by day.
I’m still not sure what I did to deserve your undying affection
for you love me without shame
and do not chastise me for coming home late after work and a few beers,
but rather you lay sleeping peacefully until I wake up
and I say
‘Good morning, good morning sweet girl’
and you thump your tail and give me that good-dog grin
Sometimes I catch you looking at me, seal-slick head raised, brown eyes sly
What do your dog-eyes see in me
that gives me worth to be held in such high esteem?
Your affection gives me worth beyond earthly treasures
so though I may be worth but little in the eyes of mankind
your dog-love fills my heart beyond our planetary bounds
and for that, my whole body smiles and I ask you if you’d like to go outside
to which you respond
by knocking my books and glasses off the table with
your wildly wagging tail
and you scratch my wood floors as you attempt to run through the house to the door,
paws scrabbling cartoon-style
I’ll tell you again that I love you beyond measure
and you’ll respond the same by letting me kiss your soft nose
and smiling into my face, although I tell you (again) that I’d rather not smell your breath
What did I ever do to deserve such love in my life?
If you want me to, I could get lost in the landscape of your eyes,
and the way your hands feel on my arm
could invite goosebumps to skin’s surface
in a physical affirmation of the words that would get caught
in the back of my throat.
Yes, I could fall in love with you.
And we would have the best of times
inviting all of ourselves to the surface
of a new relationship.
I won’t apologize for the way we’ll eventually fall apart
though both of us would try to stop it,
putting our hands over crying hearts
and trying to find just the right
material to put in place to stop our falling apart.
Or maybe, maybe we wouldn’t fall apart.
Maybe we would love each other fiercely.
Maybe you would get drunk on the scent of
my rose petal skin
and my fingers, insistent with their intentions,
would sketch words from my heart into your chest for hours.
And maybe that is how we’d spend our life together,
slowly building a tapestry.
Yes, I could fall in love with you
if you’d let me.
Do you have a story to tell?
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I’ve learned more about who I am, and WHY I am, with her hand at my back, gently encouraging me forward. She knows how to help you find the words you may not know you have, or may be afraid to put to paper (or computer screen).
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May your heart ever guide you forward and bring you the support you need to help you unleash YOU.
The beauty of the sensual
Resides among the trees
Who so gracefully offer themselves
To the space around them
Curve of branch
Sigh of leaves
Moan of cracking branches among
The rushing wind
Trees know a thing or two
About the nature of the sensuous
If you wish to understand
The mystery of desire
Offer your questions to
The wise trees
Whose holy gazes
For many times your lifetime
the sun rises in my heart
and I can do nothing in response but bloom where I am
I find you sleeping
and I must breathe in the peace you exhale
I catch the eye of a stranger
and I must bow down to the ways in which they are completing the universe
a poem is many words
but you know in your bones that its meaning is but one thing