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undressed she hums
her blessed hymns.

and gracefully dances
gently across the creek.

catching my breathe
and my world below.
The cadence of the roaring waters of the Cascadilla Glen gave me a clear mind to reflect on her seduction. - May 13th, 2018
when was the last time
you glanced in my heart?
They call me a fighter,
But...


I'm tired of fighting.
Your pride is too high
you can't
even fly.
just saying.
a quote
a shoutout
a reminder
its really okay to have it we all do but we need to even it out
balance is everything.
Lately
I’ve been scared of what’s intimate

A little paranoid
Noticing love never seems to be infinite

I’m dodging questions
This guilt can’t answer ****

And I’m binging
Meanwhile, I’m saying I should quit

Never again
Will I taste innocence
He once told me
To be like falling snow
Forever different.

He forgot to mention
Snowflakes melt.
Missing You!©

When I am here, I miss being there
When I am there, I miss being here

When I am in solitude, I miss companionship
When I have companionship, I miss solitude

When I am single, I miss being in relationship
When I am in relationship, I miss being single

When I am working, I miss not working
When I am not working, I miss working

When I am in the city, I miss the countryside
When I am in the countryside, I miss the city

When it is winter and it is cold, I miss the summer
When it is summer and too hot, I miss the winter

When I am on the prairies, I miss the mountains
When I am in the mountains, I miss the prairies

When I am on the rim of the Grand Canyon,
I miss being at the bottom
When I am at the bottom of the Grand Canyon,
I miss the rim,

When I am on the ocean, I miss dry land
When I am on dry land, I miss the ocean

When I am flying, I miss the ground
When I am on the ground, I miss flying

When I am on the east coast, I miss the west coast
When I am on the west coast, I miss the east coast

Maybe what I am missing is the point of it all

Andreas Simic©
His hands take mine as he guides me along my dance of life.
His soft sweet lips caress mine as his words slip through my lips,  a forgotten prophecy.
He is the sun of my life, His smile bears down on me,  shining rays of sunlight.  
His laughter is music flowing through my soul; words whispered in my ears, the lyrics to my life.
His strong hands skillfully play my heart,  an ancient lyre of beautiful music.
Surfacing the caring and forgiving side of me,  He brings out my best features.
His touch at my waist sends tendrils of feeling through my body;  healing all that is broken.
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