The first time we meet I feel you let me in
To the path beyond the hazy glimmer in your eyes
In the afternoon light of the coffee house
We listen and expound
On the theories and stories
We choose to share
When we part
Our wrapped for winter
Bodies touch and
Open up the possibility
Same time – next week
We will share more
The second time we meet
I sense urgency in our conversation
You have a pain and I know how to heal
I bring you into my world
And heal you with my Sufi music and my hands
You ask for a cuddle and I am open to all the places
Where you, my gentle maestro
Can take the concert
I yearn for you to direct
Your body makes its way to mine
And now my thoughts fill with memories
Craving and savoring you
I am full of contentment
Even when I fill with the excitement of anticipation
Of seeing you
Touching you
Kissing you
Again
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Kat Hudson
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Out of the park -- and still soaring ...
Well done my friends. The words are full of passion.
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caffeine, yes. January, how many times unfold to rest or jest.
RP,
allow me to follow-up with this age old silence, I.
Suitcases, fancy laces: filled with L O V E, and soon,
sunlight.
Woman can Love and orchestrate
I wish for R`poet in neighborhood
You caused me to recall James Livine
(spelled correct) He leads @ the Met
Today is a great day to sit in a P.U..
Today is . . .
Saturday
NYC's Metropolitan Opera
James Levine orchestrates
James Lovelock Love You
`
You - RomanticPoetess
You - Sip kale-green-tea
You - Visit Tea House too
`
There is a tea room here
Honest
A woman just opened it
She caters to snow folk
I live near a `ski resort
Smile
Sip tea
No slurp
Visit too
I'll buy
`
We can visit milk parlors
No visit funeral parlors
The mortician is nice
`
We walk in corn field
Corn has some ears
Potatoes have eyes
`
That's why we behave
`
R♥
Bellissima!
Brava!
--R--
What beautiful poetry!
“We listen and expound
On the theories and stories
We choose to share “
More later.
Then
“urgency in our conversation
a pain and I know how to heal
I bring you into my world”
Yet:
“I yearn for you to direct”
…………………………………………………………………………..
Healing ….and words …words melting into bodily touch..
(not much wordplay does!)
Touch and speak, speak and touch.
Murmur!
Yum.
Wonderbar..wonderful
I wish that for everyone who reads this, and hasn't found it yet, actually.
Yummy stuff...
And wanna see immediacy stripped of its trappings.
Wanna see immediacy told to face trial.
Judged and sentenced, or acquitted.
Immediacy is where it is at. And later? It is not. Things change.
That is the damn thing with things!
Humphff.
In the sovereign night, only one light: ye.
In the lonely night, a pale haze. An ancient hippy shaky presence.
Heat.
So cold this winter, why not get warm, all us osers?
So cold.
f. the damn winter. I absolve. I eschew seasons.
(&this ability given me, uh, how, exactly????>>> ay!!!)
Such musing fuels the mind and lifts the spirit.
~R~