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Sultry summer breeze whispers,
Cools warm skin, carrying floral notes.
The gentle padding of tender soles treading
Plush moist earth. Pulsing planet perceptible,
Seamlessly sending signals as through osmosis
She is ready. Seeded and sprouting with new
Verdant growth. To feed the hungry cycle.
To give fresh inspiration to all creation.
You do not attract what you want, you attract what you are / so if you want your epic love, you must be an epic lover / if you want abundance, you must be abundant / in other words, Universe does not respond to your want / it responds to your I am it responds to your energy / and the times I’d thought I found love, what I’d really found was whatever feeling I was operating from / and anger, desperation, fear, lack——none make very satisfying bedmates let me tell you / and none equal love

So be love / be love, and let the world love you back / do not think your empty prayers your daily affirmations will fool God / God’s language is not words
a little something I jotted down yesterday.
Lotus bud in sparkling haze,
slowly opening in search of light.
Special bloom from ancient times.
Unique in stimulating ways.
Rebirth of many things.
Calming restless minds.
Caressing eyes with charm.
Magic to gloomy days.



Shell ✨🐚
Ancient flower. Symbol of all that’s good in life.
Pressed against the one that strokes
Such meticulously maintained mane
Bathing in the scent of her beloved
She brings gifts never asked for
For attention without end
“Hold me close!” she cries
A paw on each shoulder, little motor
Warm rivulets run from relaxed lips
Devoted to love, pleasure, and food
Licks the hand holding organic kibble
Claims the warmth of legs supine
Craves the eyes that gaze away
Such salient signs of submission
Just her being gives comfort
What a great and noble creature
Beautiful and elegant to behold
To be protected and admired
Sweet girl, good kitty, April
For my precisos kitty April. My patient companion, guardian and avatar.
Like a vacation
From reality

Like a trip
Without drugs

Leaving Earth
10 toes deep

Not for long
All for fun

Like a dream
You’ll never forget
For the eternal youth
When our time is expired
It doesn’t mean a thing
And it is the only thing
Wrists pressed to the earth
Begging the great mother
Let there be a purpose
Surely there is continuity
This cannot be the end
Every moment is pain
Some more than others
The best of life becomes
A series of distractions
Fully immersive escape
Carry me to a destiny
In a beautiful habitat
Cradle me
in the soft down
Of a love that
Was unavailable
in life
Anna Belle Foster born 1931. A black woman born to a  miner and a housewife. She made a beautiful life for herself. She was well loved and respected many.
Doubts creep in, whispered by shadows. Love, once warm, grows unsure, burdened by unspoken questions and fear. He tries to keep their story alive, but she is turning away, slowly, silently.

She tells him love should be free, like a bird in the sky. He listens, but cannot understand.

Then comes the moment—when she leaves, when he watches, unable to grieve properly, unable to let go.

A single sentence, unfinished, lingers in the air:
"Some stories aren’t meant to be told to the end."
Silences grew where words once flowed. Love, once warm, now lingers in hesitation. Was it ever ours to keep?
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