When the past may call an old aching up from the trenches, remember the joy that lives everywhere, bringing your attention back to its love.
I am the speaker of the heart.
Hearing you, unfolding you through beauty felt:
Echoes in the emptiness summoning your love within.
Whispering through bright-blue petaled brilliance, well-formed suppleness, sweet bonnets upon your large leafy reaches.
Touch me. I am yours now. Feel me… I have been waiting for you to come back, to me.
Humble, lingering gratitude rests upon the minutes of my impassioned exhale. Lips left parted.
Thank you. I did not know I had been so far from you, until now.
These most intimate of moments reveal our love: soft sheaths awaiting the imprint of your caring touch; smooth tartness quenching the craving upon your tongue; summer’s breeze brushing the reveal of your skin; wet tears rolling down for letting it in.
The letting in, melting hardness, a slowed feltness.*
The Heart sharing quietly, tenderly, while the flame warms exuberant, reaching every atom of the beautiful being it knows is you.
May the memories of September 11, 2001 reveal the grace of love though its restoration and the connection of human hearts everywhere.
to Living Sensual!
Live in Love with Life
* Feltness: The quality of being felt.