I sit staring out of my study window orange greens browns golds brown pine needles everywhere no women to be seen my lover of 4 years nearly 5 gone to follow fishwrap that fishwrap, the cute little screamer gone too and the stoic spartan warrior woman “I don’t know how to respond to you anymore”Continue reading “it had to be you”
She came on like gangbusters starfire melding in me disintegrated as fast as suddenly hands mouth a wincing smile her clear clear clear blue eyes doubled no coupling leaving a remarkable knowing she’s gone i fell in love with that look all over all over all over empty this timeContinue reading “mine own hands”
if you watch her walk, there’s a very slight limp when she puts weight on her left hip. it endears her to me. i watch. entranced. hips and full ass swinging left and right, forward. i love watching her walk. she is fantasy in motion. she is sleeping beauty awake and at last, here. thereContinue reading “intimate love”
“It never occurred to me until this storm day, while swinging inthe wind, that trees are travelers, in the ordinary sense,” John Muir’s A Wind-Storm In the Forests, Mountains of California (Muir, 1894)
The next three months are an end of a season and I wonder who will be her Winter Solstice celebrant instead of Me.