hand fulls

take the pain and paint it over with pleasure the softer the better butterfly wings cryptic things in between the sighs and the screams

i please her and release her

hand fulls of thighs and of freedom

dear paul

tonight, more than anything, i long to dance with you to be embraced by your lean, long arms like a cluster of young fruit growing up within the embrace of the blueberry branches in july

when we dance your body is like a rocking chair sturdy, and swaying with the music i sink into your frame same as i would when i was a tired child nuzzling into the embrace of the foregone wooden rockers that adorned my great grandmother's front porch

i yearn to hear the creaks of your soft wooden voice wafting above my hair as i twirl 'round you

namaste

namaste i see the divine in you persistent kindness selfless love deep peace namaste