I've seen you hurt
and I know your pain.
Sorrow courses through
your veins like an ******
and yet you are
my sweetest refrain.

Someday you will take
off your cheap polyester
dress of corruption
and put on a glittery
incorruptible couture.

You are so fragile,
a bent sapling
with bruised shoots,
grazing the earth
trying to make
it in a society of redwoods,
oaks, and few weeping willows.

Your courage wraps
around me like a shawl.
You are my angel
with broken wings
and a tilted halo.

This time was designed
just for us to wear.
Soft puffy clouds
skittering across the sky,
bursting red geraniums
bordering the cobbled
pathways as we stroll
arm in arm watching
the world go by.

Breathe in the beauty,
allowing the electric charge
of exhilaration to
pulse through your body.
We are surrounded by
birdsong and intoxicating
smells of mimosa and jasmine.
We are composing a symphony
with scents instead of notes.

We are completely safe
and protected.
Let go of everything--of thought,
reason, time and simply flow
with your heartbeats.
Illusion is its own reality.

Night is falling and our
picnic in the courtyard
filled with whimsical topiary
and candlelit table is ready.
We have been transformed into
divine essence, into spirit and soul.
Just breathe.

Seeing death at the end of life is like
seeing the horizon at the end
of the ocean; a heavenly way to die.

Why run around sprinkling holy water
when there is an ocean inside you.
When you are ready, you will drink it.

Aspire to be the diamond's glint upon the water.
When life's journey is too step, rise above
yourself and float upon your dreams.

Between the shores of pleasure and pain,
see the horizon at the end of the ocean;
it is a healthy way to live.

The simplicity of first love
hangs suspended
n an enclosed world
purse and unencumbered.

It is a gift freely offered,
freely taken, in mutual respect.
Sunrise is unblemished like
the translucent white of a
butterfly's wings and wears the
freshness of a spring morning.

We do not need to hold on tightly.
There is no place for the
possessive clutch because we
are moving in the same rhythm.
Our lack of fear makes for the
perfect dance.
It is our pure vision before we
discipline it into form.

It's a slippery ***** between
infatuation and love.
So how do I know it's love,
not just a confusion of desire?

My breath catches whenever he's near.
A lovely ache navigates its way to my
soul whenever he smiles, emitting a
renewed surge of excitement.

He is the feel of old wool,
smooth and strong.
I'm the feel of velvet, soft and soothing.
Our contact is electrifying.

His arms are the softest place I've ever been,
like a luxurious dark cocoon
steeping me in a feeling of intimacy;
a delightful warm sanctuary.

His love, unyielding as a live oak,
is embedded deep within my heart.
I can never erase his touch which
balances elegance with comfort.

Love is a swooning feeling coursing
inside me, giving me an inherent sense
of worth as it wraps its mellifluous
tones all around me.

My life is perfect chaos.
I'm in love.

Most of us are lost in thought,
masked by the anonymity
of our life's commute,
unaware of the camera so
directly upon us.
We unknowingly allow our
inner selves to be seen.

Once life becomes rocky,
our carefully crafted personas
begin to slip away as our super-egos
dissolve and our minds begin
to wander aimlessly over our
cares and dreams.
It drifts into an ambient hypnosis
where the silence of the cosmos pervades.

If you're lucky, those few minutes
with your guard let down and your
gaze inexact, will allow you to
find the true solace that
human isolation allows.

In a deep pink evening,
he watched with his dark eyes
as I danced in the rain.
My breast shown through my
clinging dress as water ran
down my face racing towards
my thighs.

The night was soft with
infinite possibilities.
Slowly I slid my fingers down
the side of my face as I tapped
against my top lip.
His eyes fixed on my hips,
insouciant in the evening's glow.

It takes a careful, patient,
searching eye to see the subtlety
of my quiet smoldering passion.
I smiled and he followed me.
He carried me over the threshold
through the hallway and lay me down
on our bed where we first
lay together thirty years ago.