Monthly Archives: June 2014

Beer and Napkins

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Shy guy with the soft smile and gentle eyes,

She found herself in that awkward place where

The gaze floats unintentionally, holding

Brief moments of curiosity and attraction,

Belly flutters and the wonders of discovery

Flavor the air like honeysuckle in bloom,

One drop of its sweetness desired…

He inspires with a gentle kiss and a whispered

Hunger to feel the rhythm she moves to; oh yes,

They will dance

Over a Glass of Red

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Eager is the night, stars’ egos on display,

(Shhh…their charm lies in their confidence)

Anticipation heats the space between reaching hands

You speak, and your words are golden streams,

Heard as a blur as I watch your lips with need;

I know your kiss, as you do mine

The waiting is torture, but exquisite, I’m sipping

The moments like you do your glass of wine

 

(photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/kubina/153871205/”>Jeff Kubina</a> via <a href=”http://photopin.com”>photopin</a&gt; <a href=”http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/”>cc</a&gt;)

 

Tangential Elements

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A little prose for the day…and truly tangential for I was heading in a completely different direction when I began to peck at the keys today.

She wonders if he knows the strength of his spirit, for it surges across the landscape like a river seeking a path, cutting its way through difficult terrain. She admires him, reveres him for keeping his course through suffering. Would be easy for him to give up, accept his lot in life, but his light shines, and she has been soothed by its warmth and for that she is grateful. She has found freedom in his kind of love – not one of superficial promises or declarations, or false assumptions of “more.” Instead, they move in the deeper waters of life’s ocean, where the open heart of the universe embraces their need and want and desire without judgment. He is, at once, complicated and simplistic, and she dances with both sides of him without missing a beat because she has been moving to the same rhythm her entire life. Theirs is an intimacy of understanding, likemindedness and dreams. Deep thought and exploration for truth and meaning suffers him to write. Seeking to understand the dark places of the heart propels her ramblings. Their pens both strike the paper not to share some wisdom from within but instead in an effort of hopefulness, in order to discover that which lies within the vibrations of life. They never reach for an umbrella when the words begin to fall like rain. Instead, they lift their heads and open their arms and get soaked.