1. respect
2. bliss
3. security
4. laughter
5. inspiration
6. progress
7. wine
8. bodypainting
9. fireworks
10. snowangels
11. candlelight
12. wonder
13. pampering
14. compassion
15. thunderstorms
16. faith
17. cloudbursting
18. breakfast in bed
19. spontonaety
20. sweet dreams
21. strong arms
22. music
23. patience
24. chivalry
25. naked cartoons & sugary cereal
26. trust
27. flowers
28. massages
29. passion
30. tenderness
31. surprises
32. stargazing
33. love notes
34. roadtrips
35. whispers
36. beautiful memories
37. flattery
38. picnics
39. smiling eyes
40. belonging
41. reasons to dress up
42. love
43. art
44. understanding
45. shared mornings
46. protection
47. creative romance
48. partnership
49. affection
50. dancing
Monday, July 31, 2006
Getaway
Yes
The debaucherous days and nights we have joyfully burned
Will certainly make it to the pages of my history
Our laughter and play
Childlike and primal
Rewrites standards and will fill this sunbeam season
As we lay
And complain about how we can't find
This
With the people we want
But then
We can't find them either
And we hold each other
The debaucherous days and nights we have joyfully burned
Will certainly make it to the pages of my history
Our laughter and play
Childlike and primal
Rewrites standards and will fill this sunbeam season
As we lay
And complain about how we can't find
This
With the people we want
But then
We can't find them either
And we hold each other
Monday, July 17, 2006
Ode To Muses
Praise the soft muses as they dance
Through the particles of oxygen and smog
With celestial ease
My breath catches
Throat closes
Eyes well
And even if I had the strength to overcome all of that
Simple language would fail me
Bless the muses free and beautiful
Misty rainbows through the thick of clouds
And countless hearts closed and longing
Give thanks
Make offerings of blossoms
Honey
Glittering stones
To honor the angels
Nymph like
Bliss like
As they paint the dreams and plant the seeds
Unfolding our world with the chimes of their laughter
Through the particles of oxygen and smog
With celestial ease
My breath catches
Throat closes
Eyes well
And even if I had the strength to overcome all of that
Simple language would fail me
Bless the muses free and beautiful
Misty rainbows through the thick of clouds
And countless hearts closed and longing
Give thanks
Make offerings of blossoms
Honey
Glittering stones
To honor the angels
Nymph like
Bliss like
As they paint the dreams and plant the seeds
Unfolding our world with the chimes of their laughter
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Clarification
Perhaps I have not been clear
Maybe in my jaded days and bitter nights I have not wished on enough stars
Begged with enough fervor
Or cried enough tears for all that I want and don't yet have
Maybe the universe did not understand
That when I shunned the conventions of romance
I did not mean to shun romance
That in forsaking picket fenced in compromises
I had no intention of neglecting my concepts of starlit picnic perfection
Though I may be crushing the cliches of wannabe bride fantasies and silly preconceived notions
My castle does need a King that even this Queen can admire
And so this soul blistering search
For my one and very only partner in time
With whom to traverse the turf of this life
Committing senseless acts of beauty and joyfully bathing in each day
Maybe in my jaded days and bitter nights I have not wished on enough stars
Begged with enough fervor
Or cried enough tears for all that I want and don't yet have
Maybe the universe did not understand
That when I shunned the conventions of romance
I did not mean to shun romance
That in forsaking picket fenced in compromises
I had no intention of neglecting my concepts of starlit picnic perfection
Though I may be crushing the cliches of wannabe bride fantasies and silly preconceived notions
My castle does need a King that even this Queen can admire
And so this soul blistering search
For my one and very only partner in time
With whom to traverse the turf of this life
Committing senseless acts of beauty and joyfully bathing in each day
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Afterglow
The thunder has rolled through
Has passed
Has left the thick mist of quenched concrete hanging in the air
With the songs of a few literal early birds
(3 a.m. but they're determined)
The streetlights are pouring down
Like paintbrush sunrays
Onto this perfect and deserted street
My skin is enlivened and the moon is riding the highest wave in the late night sky
A golden honey pot cutout bursting at the brim
Showboating and preening
All for me
Has passed
Has left the thick mist of quenched concrete hanging in the air
With the songs of a few literal early birds
(3 a.m. but they're determined)
The streetlights are pouring down
Like paintbrush sunrays
Onto this perfect and deserted street
My skin is enlivened and the moon is riding the highest wave in the late night sky
A golden honey pot cutout bursting at the brim
Showboating and preening
All for me
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Dearest #2
Dearest,
maybe I am foolish to believe that gone does not mean too far, and goodbyes do not mean forgotten. And maybe I am naive to hope that when you are the you that you want hope and deserve to be, you will still want to look at me the way I know you can.
You closed the door tonight, eye to eye and all, but I cannot believe it was meant to be such a short story dream sequence. That would be its own tragedy, and one less poetic than most. And though I hope the fates or flukes will bring us more sunny days, I cannot find faith.
Truly,
Me.
maybe I am foolish to believe that gone does not mean too far, and goodbyes do not mean forgotten. And maybe I am naive to hope that when you are the you that you want hope and deserve to be, you will still want to look at me the way I know you can.
You closed the door tonight, eye to eye and all, but I cannot believe it was meant to be such a short story dream sequence. That would be its own tragedy, and one less poetic than most. And though I hope the fates or flukes will bring us more sunny days, I cannot find faith.
Truly,
Me.
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