Alt-j
Please don't go, I love you so, I'll eat you whole.

Makes my hips sway.

Neighbourhood
It's too cold for you here now so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater.

Sticks to my brain.

Cocorosie
Before the yearning song of flesh on flesh
Young hearts burst open, wounds bleed fresh

Kisses my soul.

So far, so good
A lovely start
So far, we should
Open our hearts

Looking deep
Longing for
Patience will tell
If this could be more

Wanting your touch
Your breath on my skin
I really can't think of
A much sweeter sin

Smiles for miles
Echoes of laughter
Your taste on my lips
Is this ever after

So far, so far, so far
So good...

That much needed release
After your breath has been taken

Cover me, please
With the warmth that is you
Gaze into my eyes
Brown fading into blue

Whisper your kisses
Across the silk of my lips
As able hands explore
From my neck to my hips

Lips wish to wander
Slowly dancing south
Calling flesh to rise to
A truly talented mouth

Paying careful attention
To every dip and curve
Fingers, tongue, lips and teeth
Awaken every nerve

Getting closer to the sweetness
Ever still remaining calm
Carefully testing out the waters
The heat and wetness on your palm

You release a moan of satisfaction
The curve of your smile against my skin
I vibrate from your energy
And we're ready to begin

I hate that lump.  
The one that keeps my voice from speaking clearly.  Keeps me tongue tied and unsure of whether to cry or scream or laugh it all off.
I'm good at that.  
Usually.  
But things don't seem so funny right now.
Not much humor in hanging by a thread.  
Holding on for dear life.
Trying to force that breath from my chest to my lungs.
That's where I need it most.
Clear your mind...let go of the past.
But the past is clingy.  
Like a needy friend who can't get enough attention.
I want to let it go.  
To sever that tie with long ago hurts.
Easier said than done.
Enlightenment plays tricks sometimes.
Here one minute.
Gone the next.
And here we go again with that ******* lump.

Busy mind, please be still.
I need the space that thoughts don't fill.
Breathe deep and clear from down below.
Ride silent tides, the ebb and flow.
Bend and stretch with breath of fire.
Chant the words that take mind higher.
Connecting me with thee and those.
The stillness brings inspirational prose.
Patience, love, serenity.
These are the gifts you give to me.

Namaste

I am going to write a poem, perhaps a novel,  entitled "The Disenchantment of the Suburban Housewife" ....just as soon as I finish the laundry.