I find comfort in the way my pen caresses the parchment, my feelings flow from deep within and percolate pen to paper.

The imperminace of life reminds me of my inherent connection to Mother Nature.
How her trees burst into an abundance of colour in the spring.
A hive of interwoven encounters with other seemingly independant elements, delicately working together in unison.  
Yet when the time comes for her copper leaves to float graciously to the ground in autumn, there is still beauty to be found in the decaying, the nourishment of the fertile ground.
Only for the cycle to repeat ad infinitum, without judgement or expectation.

She is strong but soft, a dichotomy of astronomical proportions.
The warrior, her armour forged in the flames of her pain.
Yet her heart so bravely beats for all to see.
For she knows, to love is to give her heart completely and freely.
And this is truly her greatest strength.

Do they discern my divinity dripping down their chin?

Can you swim in the depths,
or is this just another S.O.S?

I don't want a love that is ownership.
I want a love that is liberation and freedom,
a sacred union.
Conscious co-creators of the type of love that sustains the spirit.
The type of love that cracks your ribs wide open as your heart swells.
Love that expands your mind,
spiritually, intellectually and emotionally.
The truth is,
I won't settle for anything less.
Because that kind of love is rare and potent medicine for the soul.

The fire flickered and the thick smoke filled my lungs,
witnessing you witnessing me,
like living art.
Your brown eyes softly pierce into my soul.
Your tender touch and your silken skin,
golden like honey and cinnamon.
Medusas gaze had me enchanted,
lost in the moment and you.
Then the words so delicately roll off your tongue...
"Do you want me?"
And I echo
 "Yes."
Not merely on a physical level.
The layers to which those words penetrated my heart had deeper meaning.