I was a lover once, I breathed his breath, I tasted sweat upon the inside of his neck, I held him skin to skin and closer still in ecstacy that spanned an eon in its passing, yet it passed; the flame died down and breath and sweat turned sour in the space between us, filled with words unsaid, with rules unwritten but a burden that weighed us down and broke the tender back of growing love, so when once more, I am a lover I will breathe your breath will taste your sweat, your center ,and will fill the space with words that show my soul, that let you see the deepest secret parts you need to know the pathway through the maze that is my mixed emotion and there will be one rule love true. and we will breathe the melting fragrance of our passion for eternity.
Even thinking about this is making changes for me. Yesterday I loaded up a playlist of dance music and just let it it take me away the way I would have years ago...great believer in the line "dance like no one is watching"
I ignored all the shoulds I had set myself and just did all the want tos.
I have woken up with a new level of energy and the urge to go out and move mountains (and fire uncooperative radio announcers )
That's such a grreat place to be! Emotionally, psychologically I've been happy with me for several years now...but I want the run all day all night get up and go back!
There is one garden on the highest point of the island where the soil is incredibly rich and supports an amazing variety of plants which grow to phenomenal proportions.
My friend who runs/owns it has always had plant nurseries as a business as long as I have known him.
The crack of dawn is sounding in the east, the eggshell shards have pierced the sky the night has drained away to take its place in some far distant sky awaiting sleep. The morning starts with rain a gentle benison that strokes the surface of the leaves with silken shine, creating pools and bathtubs in the potholes avian paradise for preening while the kitten that I do not own tugs at my ankles, lands upon my shoulder grabs at thumbs and fingers on the keyboard, seeking sustenance in closeness that a saucer cannot give as a banquet cannot feed a need for love. He clings to me for comfort as I cling to words, the garlands that I make of them creating worlds where my soul is dancing, full of light, even when there's no one here to say good morning back.
Amazing how much less one knows as one lives more!
Opportunities are opening up to me now that I dreamed of in my thirties and twenties, and while I have the necessary knowledge and experience now I am not sure I have the stamina I'm going to need.
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RE: kissing someone
Because I am a flirt and like to be persuaded and then it is more fun to surprise him later with my sheer exuberant earthiness.