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 Feb 2018 Hi De
Lora Lee
alive
 Feb 2018 Hi De
Lora Lee
If I could
pinpoint the
exact moment
your breath
touched mine
washed me over
in ocean waves
sea creatures glowing
in delightful recognition
as the seedlings
of connection
shimmied into our being
and, dancing within me
in its own lifeforce
your mind a living,
breathing animal
your heart, purring
and whirring its sacred forces
into my molecular structures
your soul throbbing
in mitochondric pulsing
(oh what
a delicious vibration
of ribosomes
)
Between us, we hold
the true treasures
close, in frothy
                       tenderness
a purity of the expanse
of our universe,
swathed in prismatic color
colors that shift,
these fresh hues
for which there are no name
they are lucid and fine-woven
as silk histories
yet deep as earthcore
your eyes, voice
are forever burned
into my own
every day scriptures
that rock my shattered parts
into wholeness
and,
like ancient magic,
I conjure forth
the holy gospel
rising from our bones
every second of
every minute
as our deepest fires
our most secret filth
our murky corners
our darkest hours
we weave into light
brilliant and lustrous
multi-layered in the richest
folds of the earth
and as you place me
upon the shores
of your garland-graced
                              throne
Now I'm alive in a new
kind of light
and
all I can do
is love
        and love
and love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrOcxD3IWW0
 Feb 2018 Hi De
Cné
It Stings
 Feb 2018 Hi De
Cné
Woe to the one,
Who is stung by a bee.
F*ckin hurts a bunch
Makes one want to flee.

Even after he dies,
The bee knows what to do.
You might not realize,
But the stingers in you
“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.” ~ Fernando Pessoa
 Feb 2018 Hi De
Traveler
L....over
 Feb 2018 Hi De
Traveler
Morning glory sighs
Afternoon of rainy skies
Calm as ocean tides...

Warm mandolin rain
Hazy days of cheap champagne
Stormy thought drains...

Golden prairie dreams
Rolling hills of passion green
Restless hearts sprout wings...

Autumn colors bleed
Green, then red, then yellow leaves
Bare becomes love's tree...

Moist as forest dew
Smiling eyes when I'm with you
Rough 'til rivers smooth...

Flowers fresh then go
Lovers strive to meet their souls
Picky swans grow old...

Such will of the wisp
Through the marsh our footsteps slip
******, thorns, still we grip...

Whispering winds moan
Ghostly spirits search for home
At last, dust and bones...

Love is an anchor
To a sea that never rests
We drown more or less...
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