There's just no easy way to say
Packed a bag and I left the house today

I let you in and trusted you like therapy
Now my rear view reads you appear too close to me

I've just got no more time to spend
Check engine lights and I gotta pay the rent

Been putting this off like an overdue oil change
Speeding from a reflection in our window pane

I'm done with aching
And the Summer's bout to break
You'll be forgiven
But right now I must escape
This All.

How our vulnerability

takes a toll so naive
but we  roll

the camera

She is keeping steady

Her soft lines show stability

He took flight hands dainty

Zommed into her attitude

Giving them an ounce of

verisimilitude

Ear to ear attuned


The soft action play

"The Victorian Tuscany"

traveler, silk stay


So touch me in the morning

and don't walk away

Just love me for who I am
It's not about top scouring
Those soft tidbits take touring

You're wearing them out
Tattle Tail

Gorilla roar yes we have
bananas ta la la
Check your emails

She's too liquid forming
And turning her aching
tummy

She's the vanilla extract
yummy
The basic instinct
He's baking in his
monkey suit funny
Soft side hard taffy
pursuit

He is pigeoned toed to her
silk ties

Touched him mindboggling


He Googles to her

Explores her softer side


But softening her skin

All soft beauty topics

How they both loved

Palm trees surrender
Dorothy Spa Oz

He touched and tapped into

my tropics eating
Rainbow
"Candy Pez"

Soft cream in the middle

but hard candy
I phone smart Islanders

Tidbit bites Facebook websites

Friends and photos were the

topics take-out order

Those cool vibrations

To hear "Touch Me In
The morning"
French connections


The love me tender with

more tidbits the earful he

lifts her than after that

softer kiss no

SOS-Help

BossScalp

Tender bits

  Love------ Toss

   Hey  no loss

Tender bits of the
(Godly Cross)

The soft power

"Global Hard rock" tunes
(Rough Spots)
He's
in the shower

Never another lover
On a Sunday or Monday
In June Wedding like
payday

She the soft one
Sundae soft-serve

2 B or not to B
the tough one
Hard so deserved


Don't get intertwined

The hurt one

Vie Que and
why you

The write Queue

Two types who?

I surprise the whole you

The "High IQ"__

closer two tips

Like we became soft

"Q tips"


To **** me softly with lust
The softer side or tranquil tone
Those tender bits
Her job is the perfect fit

Soft sunny side up

Like the Foe and the Fox

Oh! "Deer" the softball

The voice intellect

Something soft hearted

And what started over

the hardship wished respite

Cool refreshing sprite

"Victorian Charmer"


The Soundcloud the shapes

How it bewildered him


Extravagance like soft soap

melancholy

Soft smile snow globe

The sun worshippers
Grecian shave she put her
tender bits of energy

Perfect balance of symmetry

It went perfectly  he was
gratefully smooth he lit up

Victorian Christmas light
Tuned up
And she became the

But soft ballet flat the
soft climate

Hawaiian baby soft
"Luxuriance"

Intrigued by his reading

Such solitude eyes softly stared

He glared right into her room

wizardly he widened

Like the idleness
her loveliness


Having a soft spot
for people

They are the luckiest
people

in the world

Happily skin after

Soothing skin
Mmmhmm

Her skin took over the stage

How many stages of soft

changes to rough


Leaving marks begins

the tender bits

Silencing she loves to sit he

marks his way

she feels him slowly
coming near

You're nearer because I love you

Kind of my thing

We all needed a soft spot

Too many rough edges

How she missed those

tender bits and binges


Hearing the words love me

tender he went inside my dream

Killing me softly with his words

Why don't you just love

me tender and who is wiser?

I’m like fries,
Everyone wants me...
But only as a side.

Some of these night
I really miss you by my side
I hope that one day you will be mine
And our future will shine bright

Lying In Bed In Truth

I lie in bed.
I look down at this body.
Mine.
Not very interesting.
I wish to feel the single this.
Aloneness.
Thingness.
Separated and detached,
No past which wants to show itself;
Just now.
Alone but not a lonely I,
For as a Buber labeled it,
An I and Thou,
All others also I and Thou
Surrounding and surrounded by…
Monads all.
Single souls.
Working on and out the hole
And whole of this existence.
Fingers typing,
Eyes a-skyping
Mind hard to describe
Where is it?
What’s it doing?
All and nothing.  
What’s it want?
A knowing all integrally,
Organically,
Unseparate yet separated.
This is mysticism underrated
In a nutshell.

Lying In Bed In Truth 3.12.2018 Nature of & In Reality; Circling Round Reality; To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin

I wonder how we all have Known Strangers
We don't accept when people insist
But frankly, they do exist
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

They once stood at your side
Now, They lie and hide
Even though they confide and cried
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

All the thoughts of how'd they betray
All the happiness they took away
All the pain we suffer every day
All the crying they gonna repay
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers

Our pride may want them dead
But then a lot of things will be left unsaid.
I wonder how we all have Known Strangers