So much swirling in my head today
and swirling in the world around me

In spaces meant to connect us
with faceless, nameless, bodyless people of the world

Stories shared that resonate all too familiar
spurred on by that charged phrase

grab them by the *****.

I still wonder how it went down
waking up in bed, wondering how i got home

Not knowing where that night had gone,
until you bragged about your conquest

Memories lost, in black and blur
did I block in naive hopes to save my soul?
or had I drowned my memory in drink
ensnaring myself

It led to quarrels with the one I loved,
bragging lead to broken hearts, once for my love, twice for me

pray for the *****.

As we watch hundreds of women pronounce their pain,
I pray for the countless more festering silently inside

For broken dreams, shattered hearts, swirling minds,
and the weights we can't unload

I feel fingertips vibrating
playing the notes of excitement
like flesh covered tuning forks
recently struck.

They quiver and resonate
boundless potential
humming to find the right note.

Within their quaking grasp
not quite out of reach
yet just far enough to risk falling
into a ravine of uncertainty if stretched too far.

Aching bones and coiled tendons
dreaming of grasping
that which whispers at longing reach.

Clench tightly and hold strong
let that quivering palm be your tell.

Your world and your calling,
are ready for you.
Trust your knowing hands
just let your heart swell.

Crisp, cold winds dance up a creaking trunk
lingering on the neck before tracing their way up the branches.
Leaning into the cold bark
interlacing long fingered gusts between outstretched buds.
The last leaves still clinging
quiver and drift away in swirling arcs.
A new dew rests upon shaking skin
glassy, smooth and sharp.
Whorling zephyrs drifting further
finding new flirtations in the night.

I know you
a smile dances across your lips.

sweet surrender to your fingertips dancing upon my flesh
the pressure of an expected routine
a new embrace born of familiar intent.

bring soft design
to the patterns danced upon my sunken channel

step to the rhythm of our design
a river rises to swell within you.

Until that cold truth bubbles to the surface
I let the sweet, soft silk of your touch press into my thigh.

Unflinching vibrations, a platitude
Frothing vibrations as connections tenuously entwine.

The swell within, clench tight, open deeply
I will rewrite your troubled past.

Inhale
Heart lifts high
Back arch
Ribs spread and flex
Open wide, stretch, fill the air
Cat, full belly, arched back, stretching paws to the sky