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Jun 2013 · 473
Think of You
Jill Davidson Jun 2013
The passing of days collects my thoughts.
Brings about stillness
Slumber
Satisfaction.
Still I think of you.

Meandering through the life I have,
The life I live,
Purposeful at times
Sinfully silly at others,
Spins me around and
Still I think of you.

Wondering, wandering, whole and alone
Many moments mirrored in myself
And still I think of you.

January 2012
Mar 2012 · 745
A Write Angle
Jill Davidson Mar 2012
The written word.
What does it mean?
Does the truth really lie here?
Soul bearing…how do you know?
Does this show us what is really in our soul?
Could this be the ground truth? The bottom line?
Could this be me and you in the kaleidoscope of life?
The “oh my god why didn’t I see it before?” revelation.
To go without writing would be like going without breathing.
For in writing there is oxygen in the form of nouns and adjectives.
There is a needed purposefulness that can only be replaced with….
Well nothing can replace this. My companion, my friend, my air, my writing.
Mar 2012 · 870
Chess with Thor
Jill Davidson Mar 2012
Once upon a time there was a little girl.
She was tall and smart.
She was happy and taken care of.
She lived on a street with lots of friends
She was filled with fun and skating and hide and seek.
She could have been your friend but she became your lover.
She was just a kid.
Fifteen or sixteen just like you.
And she came to you for this love, this lovely lust.
The hugs and kisses, the entwining of bodies.
She came to you of her own free will.
Day after day
Encounter after encounter.
There were no thoughts.
No guilt.

She was with you and then she moved from you.
She began a life that did not include you.
This young girl became a woman and had children.
You were in her thoughts now and then when she least expected it.
Or when she  needed a diversion from life.
Or when she longed for the passion that was.

Now this woman has found you again.
She has found you, and the passion, and the little girl she once was.
She now feels reborn and whole and clean and renewed.
You are back in her life and she can smile now.
She  is rejoicing and celebrating each day she has with you.
Because now she and you are older and this love, this passion
Is a gift.
A cosmic prayer that has been answered.
Treasured moments in our all too fleeting lives.
Precious moments of bliss.
She and you are bound together with a history.
With a passion.
With this new love.
She is spinning with joy.
She is looking forward with hope.
This woman is with you now.
This woman loves you only.
Mar 2012 · 531
What? The Truth?
Jill Davidson Mar 2012
If you want me to feel sorry for you, I don’t.
If you want me to understand, I don’t.
If you want me to be happy with the way things are, I’m not.
If you think that it is easy to do this, it’s not.
If you are telling me the truth about it all, I believe you.
If you think this can go on forever it can
and it cant.
If you think that I will ever stop loving you, I wont.
If you think you are my last, my only, my evermore
*You are.
Mar 2012 · 1.7k
Questionnaire ...honestly
Jill Davidson Mar 2012
Have you ever had bronchitis?
Tuberculosis?
Have you ever shot pigeons?
Been to prison?
Played with yourself?
Have you ever been to Egypt?
Told stories of your backyard?
Been to two places at once?
Are you religious?
Have you had dental surgery?
Does your knee hurt?
Are you scared stiff?
Do you envision everything working out?
Are there toys in your closet you haven’t played with?
Are you sexually satisfied?
Do you cry at the drop of a hat?
A sad song?
A beautiful sunset?
Does the mere act of hugging make you long for more?
When will you be happy?
Are you already happy?
Does your medical record tell your whole story?
Do the stories you tell reflect the whole you?
Are you free to visit your true self on a daily basis?
When will it be too much?
Where do we go from here?
Are there aspects of your life you would rather not talk about?
Or are you willing to tell all?
Who is your best friend?
What can we have for dinner?
How hungry are you?
For ***?
For companionship?
For peace of mind?
Will there be ample time to figure it out?
When?
Why are you so impatient?
Is it your age?
Your name here_____ (not required)
Feb 2012 · 612
Old Hurts Meet New Life
Jill Davidson Feb 2012
Being adopted I was loved
I was loved by my birth mother
She could not see a way to fit me in her life.

Being with a married man
I am loved by him.
I am loved.
And he cannot see a way to fit me in his life.

I am in limbo
I do not belong in my home of 25 years.
I do not belong in my beloveds world
I do not belong in the world of my 20something daughter.

I need to find my home again.
I need to belong somewhere.
I am the wrong person to give up on, to give away
I am so wonderful to have around.
I am funny and delightful but still
I am a little messy, a little teary, a little silly.

I have no choice but to take on this task.
Its this task or die or drink heavily,
A quest for my home.
A quest for this love of mine
For it will heal me
Forever.
Dec 2011 · 782
Mantra
Jill Davidson Dec 2011
With you or alone
Sooooo happy
Picture me.
Dec 2011 · 1.1k
Completely Attached
Jill Davidson Dec 2011
I come to you completely.
I come bearing myself.
I am ready.

You are with your family.
You are with you friends.
You are not available.
You are not mine.

My emotional nature makes me write these words
Makes me feel these feelings.
Makes me cry these tears.
Its not you babe.  It is me.

I am following this path not knowing what to expect.
Not knowing where it will lead.
I am trusting the universe to guide me.

And I come to you completely.
Jill Davidson Dec 2011
If we can travel and enjoy and be everywhere
Who is to know where the heart is really?
The heart has eyes, can see, knows the way.
Tempers, tidal waves, tsunamis, towns and cities.

Being in love is the tops, the best, the bounty.
I have found the treasure.
I have swallowed and been swallowed up in it.
This love has taken me.
This love has saved me.
This is me.
I am seeing me again.
Long lost me.

It is nice this fantasy, this feeling, this fortune of love.
This is wondrous, has filled my heart with song.
Has filled my oneness, my ownness, myself with the fountain of youth.
With healing and air.
With heart beats, and blood flow and mind occupying thoughts of meeting
And touching and talking and more.
Warmth
Warming
Wanting more.
I am full where I never knew I was empty.

More of my life has opened up now
More of my fears have been made into nonsense.
For me to want to expand,
Expound,
Expatriate,
For me to fly to experience and to enjoy is proof.
How can this be wrong or unsound or mean or unjust?

My heart, my soul, is wrapped in a warmth that I thought was long lost.
I am in love.
Dec 2011 · 874
Illicit
Jill Davidson Dec 2011
Much of what I say
May be construed as movement from one man to another.
Much of what I think
Has no place in my thoughts.
Most of what I feel has more to do with hormones and what I need.
Sorting through this is a task I feel will bring me to a happy conclusion in the end.
Delving in swimming deep, submerging, enveloping, covering, coating.
Blanketing, tucking in, encasing, swaddling, succumbing.
Releasing, rejoicing, including, accepting all that is him.

Making room for me to love him.
Taking time for me to touch him.
He was with me
He ignites me.
He is my evermore and he is my now.
Dec 2011 · 1.1k
Girl Meets Beach
Jill Davidson Dec 2011
The beach stays here all day when I am at work and does its thing.
Waves back and forth.
Birds on the water.
Surfers.
People taking pictures.
Walking.
Throwing ***** for their dogs.
But the beach stays here even if I am not here to see it.  
Waves like breaths in out in out.
So alive.
It has its moods. Has its rests and is quiet.
Changes the sands like brushing its hair.
Flat and smooth sometimes and messy and ruffled when the wind and the people feet mess it all up.  
Then the tide comes in and smooths it down again.  

It reaches towards me at high tide beckoning, calling me, reminding me it is there.
At low tide it goes back into itself and takes care of business.
Maybe the tide pools are exposed maybe not.
It doesnt care.
The beach the bay is taking care at low tide.
Reconstituting.
Recycling, reclaiming itself.
Dec 2011 · 862
Wanton Words
Jill Davidson Dec 2011
I am blown away.
I am.

Today was great.

Having you there,
your words,
enhances the experience.

Your words,
all of them,
mean alot to me.  

You say you delete them after you write them
but they are more permanent for me.  
A part of my history.  
A part of my story.

I am thrown off balance by how much meaning, feeling, arousal you imbue in so few words.
I am thrown off balance by how much you mean to me.

I am yours.

Today after we parted
I walked on the beach. 
I walked far.
The tide was out and I could go the full length of the beach.
It was dark as I headed back except for brilliant reds and purples
and golds
in the sky
in the west that remained from the sunset. 
Most of the people had gone and I stopped
to meditate towards the remaining rays.  
I swear in my stillness I could feel the earth move under my feet.  
I could feel us spinning.  
I could accept all that was happening to me.  
Take in everything.
Appreciate the now.
Because you see it is hard for me to not have you around
always
or mostly
or ever.  
It is hard for me these days of being newly alone. 

I think about you through out the days that have gone by
and all the days to come.  
I think about you and bring you to me in my mind.
As I always have.
All these years.  

Just so you know.

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