It's Zen, Baby!

No attachment to any outcome. Just the journey.

Attachment is where things get tangled and messy.

We can come together, merge, melt, then move away. That's okay.

No expectations.

Love is enough. It can entwine us, we can move within and around love, be what we are meant to be.

But it doesn't have to mean forever.

In that frame of being, marriage makes no sense.

'I' was not meant for marriage. Or for any other traditional structure. Or any structure at all."

Get it?

My Intentional Life

I do not belong to you

I do not belong to me

I belong to the world

And I am here to heal you

Quantum Sex

Your body


So beautiful , the feel of your aura

Moves me before you even touch me

I spontaneously respond to your closeness

My molecules rearrange to reach out to you

Every cell in my body moves and shifts in your direction

What happens when we touch?

At the subatomic level

If we traveled down past what we see or hear or feel

To observe the changes we’ve made in each other

We’d see electrons dance in anticipation

Charges realign to create a literal spark

Proteins blasting through our hypothalamus

Pumping our bodies full of emotion

Full of blood

Full of tension

Evidenced by the hair on my arms standing on end

By the wetness between my legs

By the power behind my eyes that, when I look at you, says

“FUCK ME.”

Kiss Me There

He intrigues me so
I wonder if his kisses
Penetrate like his words
Capturing my body
Like he's captured my mind

I imagine him standing behind me
Naked and wet
Arms around me
Mouth on my neck
Pushing my hair aside
and sliding down
Hands sliding down
My relief at his touch is

Palpable

Audible.

"Touch me there!"

"Where baby?"

He's so funny, isn't he?
Acting like he doesn't know...

"Kiss me there!"

No confusion now.

Make love to me with your mouth.

Kiss me THERE - NOW!

Icemelt

and now to effervesce in the pleasure i feel
in wanting someone
to put pain behind
and feel successful
in being able to tie up the loose ends
of my mind
to waltz forward with joy
into new moments
new feelings
and not be trapped
bogged
weighed down
lifting off the gloom
opening myself to my life
the daily existence of
brushing my teeth
or walking my dogs
or hugging my kids
or doing the dishes
all the while being wrapped in the glory
of knowing that in spite of how things might turn out sometimes,
i know i am loved.

and in spite of how things might turn out sometimes,
i am still resilient enough to get up
BOING!
move on
and still be able to open myself up again
and again
because love comes in many forms
love of experience
love of body
love of spirit
or soul
love of mind
love of pleasure
and all of these things i know i still hold within me
in abundance
ready to be shared again
with the one who stirs me

share with me

be with me

melt with me

i am ready

Spoon Me

Ahhhh.....

quietly resting

still gently dreaming

slide it inside

move it around

wake me to your music

the subtle changes of your body

start my day

in peaceful embrace

a gateway to so much more...

Communion

i can't undo the feeling


the passion

the raw primal lust

that your words and mind and body

unleash inside me

you are the flesh

sent to redeem me



my body cries out to feel

the long sinews of your body

every protrusion and nook

the taste of your skin

but i am not worthy to receive you



my god

it's like torture

a whip on my back

stakes through my hands

would bring me sweet relief

compared to the agony

of not having you

but only say the word

and i shall be healed



i feel like i could

tear off my own skin

for wanting you so badly

because only god knows

how long it's been

since someone awakened this much passion

this is my body

which will be given up for you

To My Friends

Has anyone told you today

that you are wonderful?

Has anyone told you today

that the world wouldn't be the same without you?

Thank you for being in my world.

sorry

Make me sorry for all I bared


sorry that I cared

and for all we shared



Make me sorry that I let you

near me or inside

sorry that I cried



Make me sorry I allowed you

wowed you, vowed you

sorry that I'm proud



It was too much for me to take

Each day that I wake

Knowing you're a fake

Cerrado

i can't seem to open this door

this well of ecstacy remains dry

closed and conquered

scared and alone

no one may enter into this realm

no one

where once i was a sparkling spring

a bubbling brook

a smoking cauldron

exquisitely sensitive and ready

ready for desire

ready for his touch

his denial sucked me dry

access to this closed and arid place

takes almost a force of nature

to break down the boundaries

jump the walls

tear down the gates

so many flaming hoops to jump

before you may enter

this world

is not a place

just anyone may dwell

i opened it for him once

open me again