Her kisses
Burn
Slow oozing
Into my
Ravenous mouth
Tumbling down
My spine
Molten lava
Bumping into
My riveted
Being
Coiling around
Anacondas
Pressure on
Pulsating roots
Cravings itch
Quenching thirst
You burn
My soul
RLove
10.13.19
F/Italy
She stands Erect and strong Head tilted back Smooth neck seen And celebrated Her hair A golden reflection Of the stars Her eyes closed In intimate ecstasy She is lost Forever moving Into the night sky Golds, copper, silver The colors Of nature Surrounding her beauty As she slowly Breathes in The Universe whole RLove…
I found this sign, with the roses, on my walk this morning. It could only be seen by someone coming by on the train. Got me thinking, “Who put it there? And for whom?” What do you think?
Yellow glowing Reflecting how I feel On the inside Her reflection Wearing dark green Feeling like home Wearing like Christmas emotions Color What we wear Says a lot Who we are How we feel How many Wear what Is expected? Or put On clothes Based on Fitting in? Stepping into Our wild selves Involves finding…
I found myself in Puerto Rico basking in the beauty of the sea. This time was desperately needed after six tumultuous and busy months. As I walked the sandy beaches I was made aware of the ledge I walk between the loss and celebrating the life I have been given. Emotions flooding in, crashing in…
