I am beautiful to You, Always, No matter what. As much as You are my world, I am Yours. Curled into You, Wrapped snugly, soothed, making my strange little noises. Touching You, Smelling You, Listening to You Feeling Your satisfaction In those moments, We are Whole.
Within Anthropology is a perspective called Cultural Relativism. It is defined as understanding a culture within that culture’s parameters, it’s own context. In practical terms, when one meets, interacts with, or otherwise engages with others whose cultural background is different from one's own, the single best way to connect with them, to understand them, is…Read more Starseed Culture
I want to something, only I don’t know what. Am I complaining? I don’t know. I suppose I am. Am I whining? Maybe? Okay, if I am, where is this coming from? I’m still trying to write poetry… About biomum and her fear. About biodad and his abuse. About how neither changes a thing about…Read more Something…
Love sees me, Love moves with me, I open to it, feel it flow through me, around me, filling me up. All wants satisfied, All needs quenched, It bubbles over my lips, becomes laughter, sends sparks into the cosmos. It lifts us up, if we let it, no speck too small, no mountain too big,…Read more Flowing Home
I breathe in cinnamon. I kiss it, the warmth, the aliveness, the pulse of it. My nose searches for where it’s strongest. I kiss as I go. I hear Him smile, feel His hand on my head, smoothing my hair. His hand smells of wind and sunshine. Where is my cinnamon? I lick, tasting, searching……Read more Cinnamon
I hear Your whispers in my soul Feel Your touch upon my skin Fires ignite. Swirls of light spiral inside me, I see them in You too. And am amazed. But there’s more. Your swirls, my swirls. OUR swirls. What does it mean? A Starry, Starry Night. Inside You, Inside me, Inside us. Like currents,…Read more Ignite
I shiver, I quake, I tremble, Your arms wind around me, Pull me close, warming, soothing. I’m wrapped up in You, like an infant; I peep up at You, Touch Your chin, and gurgle. You look at me and beam, Kiss my fingers, Tuck them in once more. “Sleep,” You whisper, “I’ve got you.” I…Read more My Star