Envisionus in moonlight..
where your whispers wash down my back
and the thought of you trickles my spine.
Call me on that day and I am yours.
~Think of me on those days that throw off steam
out of fields hot and blurry
Call me on those days and i will scurry,
off to meet myself no doubt;
Those are days that visions carry something within -
and to feel them you need to be alone-
but not alone, not really; you have melted in then.
~Those frolicky days are good for two's
There's me and you and sun, like thunder-
raucous, rich and rascal-like.
But when the smells of wild come calling,
I'm off to tangle with the woods-
alone but not alone, not ever...
If we painted the water and made it black
a Smokey black that turned to clay
and then wrestled in it,
I think I would sink underneath the surge of love
that so boldly sits between your shoulders
That love is kind, and in that love I guess your mine
but really I am yours
And you can keep that part of me because I've many!
~There was one part of me that rolled with waves
that made me laugh so hard because they tickled
and I rolled out and back with themjust once mind you,
because I laughed so hard I thought I would drown.
~Sometimes I Really miss my 'me' time :-)