Respect of my lover as we journey through the unknown.

He leads and guides me to our sacred space in love.

I cover him in peace, admiration, hope in love.

We stop to smell the daffodils.
Pure pleasure, jovial joy.

The moment when the radiating intuitive first thoughts gives way to a nagging inkling with a whisper of a scream saying…

You see the red flag, there, over there!
Yes! Yonder, way off in the distance. To the left, just over the horizon, yes, that spot there!

Tuck it away until needed.

My love,
My friend,

I know that since then, upon and until now things are well, different.

Different job,
Different money,
Different space,
Different ***,
Just.….
Different

Please come with me.
On a journey of old to new.
Remember who and what you are and shall be again!

Just as the sun rises and the time changes, so shall you once again be!
But anew!

A new you!
New level
New job
New money
New space
New ***
Fabulous you, always, to no end!

Again!

Not so random pop of thoughts, synchronized inner chatter, that immediately leads to conversations on soul qualms of the time, furthering introspection, meditation, and even prayer!
Momma and them Kinfolx

Roguish banter via text message in mid day just when clients or coworkers have successfully peaked your last nerve of sanity!
Lover Kinfolx (the real MVP)

Random words of kindness,
I love you,
You are amazing,
I’m so happy for you,
from those who know your inner battles and shames!
BFF Kinfolx

Deep, down and *****, dark conversations on truths,
the unspoken,
the soul calls,
the remembering,
the mourn,
the grief,
the never forget,
the never repeat!
Culture Kinfolx

Two,
Maybe three,
Ok, no more than five like minded spirited souls, with commonality and astute navigation of laughter and joy despite the current plain and plights, but not at the expense of others!
All Kinfolx

Cherish them!

My enormously high hanging fruit,
with girth,
with firmness,
fermented to sublimity.

One taste quenches the soul and leaves one pondering of none other than this forbidden fruit.

This tasty delicacy defies and satisfies the nagging hunger, longing well after in my flora, and fulfills every sweet desire for a never-ending satiate.

Isn't that just like a thing?

To ever have a thing,
something or someone,
pull out your most inner contrites!
So that you could learn the lessons of you!

Always is the journey!
A journey of boundaries,
a journey of growth,
a journey of disciplines
a journey of truth!

You ponder, propose that you have finalized, acclimated to a thing, a something a someone, only to behold that ever, forever is the journey!

Thankful!

My mother said be a lady.
But it seems all you want is a *****!

So, this isn’t Love!