What secrets… ?

What secrets do you keep, nestled deep in the folds of your day-to-day smile, while you navigate your way through the hours of daylight? When the sun is rising slow through pomegranate clouds and the kitchen is neat and quiet, right before the smell of coffee warms your knuckles and your toes, what do you think of then, what dreams, what hopes fuel the juice of life that nurtures your morning movements? And when the day is in full swing, what of those hopes, then? Where is the space where all sweet cravings reside? Where is the point where the … Continue reading What secrets… ?

The exciting mutual unwrapping of another…

Their tastes, their likes, their hates. The hooks of similarity that catch and gently snare. The resonance of character, of taste and of opinion. The discovery of a kindred spirit, an independent mind, a creative heart. That strange sense of familiarity. That peculiar mix of the exotic, the unexpected and the intimate. The dance, eternally choreographed yet utterly unpredictable. And that electric charge of hunger and desire. The two separate, sacred, magnetic poles of dominance and submission. Someone is intoxicating…♥ Continue reading The exciting mutual unwrapping of another…

When tomorrow starts without me…

When tomorrow starts without me and I’m not there to see the sun will rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me. I wish so much you would not cry the way you did today remembering how I would lay my head in your lap that special way. I know how much you love me as much as I love you and each time that you think of me, I know you will miss me too, but when tomorrow starts without me please try to understand, that an angel came and called my name and petted me … Continue reading When tomorrow starts without me…

I am no longer sure…

I am no longer sure where I end and you begin. Like palatinate blue blending into violet, like the seconds before the sun sets. I am the hopeless romantic, I am clumsy, a messy. You are a glass of something sweet, like wine, perhaps a fine cabernet Sauvignon, and I cannot contain myself. If archaeologists dig up my bones they will find my bloody heart, still beating from the thought of you. I’m not sure how deep the ocean is, or for how many light years the universe grows —but I found you or you found me, I don’t know, … Continue reading I am no longer sure…