Family Charms

It was beautiful,

The way she died.

At home

No tubes

Her terms

A long nap

From here to eternity

So hard to grieve

When death is gentle

When there is no better way

And the time is now

But what am I to do

With this charm bracelet

Filled with engraved names

Sons and Daughters

Grand and Great

When I could never have Children?

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Simple

I like simple.

But Life is not simple.

Attempting to make it so kills the passion.

It’s those intangible details, the uncontrollable ones, the ones that keep you on the edge of your seat, that not only light the fire, but keep the embers hot.

Sure, it’s cleaner, more convenient, to keep ones passions in a drawer for those moments when you are ready.

But like your left sock in the dryer, one day they will disappear, and you will treat it like a freaking mystery.

I Want You

He would claim ignorance when I spoke of “energy”, yet he held his back so completely, he seemed like an expert on the subject.

“I want You”, I’d say, which turned him on, but he never understood exactly what I meant.

He seemed to enjoy when I lavished my energy onto him, but never really completed the energetic cycle. He would always return to the Real World, and the Problems at Hand, almost immediately upon completion of our coupling.

One night I asked him outright for what he seemed to perceive as elusive and magical “energy”.

“I can’t think it makes that big of a difference,” he said, kissing my neck. “That “energy” stuff is all just woo-woo bullshit anyway.”

“OK,” I said, “I will line up my energy with yours. I will be as you are, and then you tell me.”

As he seduced me, I took my energy into my inner cave, my sanctuary; the place one goes when raped or repeatedly abused in some way.

It’s not a negative place- it’s a place of peace, of calm, of escape. It’s completely Private.

My body performed beautifully. My mind knew what he especially craved, doling it out in perfect rhythm. I did not hold back the physical at all. I was still passionate and enthusiastic. From the outside, nothing about me appeared different. My body responded faithfully, accepting a flood of endorphins as a reward. The Ultimate Relaxation followed.

As we lay breathless together, he was quiet in a new way. Restless. For all the activity and satisfaction we’d shared, his energy felt… rattled.

“You don’t like me very much, do you?” he finally asked.

“Why do you say that? I adore you. All I ever want is more of you.”

For the first time since we met I felt Him, his energy, reaching out to me.

“Then where are you? Where did you “go”?”, he asked. And then, after a moment, “I want You.”He was being present with me like never before.

“I’m right here,” I said, shining my energy back to him.

I felt his body relax and calm immediately. He moved closer to me.

“I want You”, he whispered, as he began to caress me again. “I want You too.” I whispered back.

The Quiet Girl

She wasn’t the kind of girl who sought the spotlight.

In fact she avoided it.

But she loved to sing.

She sang in the shower,

she sang in the background,

she sang harmony,

she sang those echoing lines that not everyone realizes are even there.

No one focused upon her,

no interviews,

no paparazzi,

no Twitter following.

No one could even really describe what she looked like.

All they knew is that once she stopped singing nothing ever sounded the same again.

Little Piggies

*I turned a 2 minute impromptu naked pig mask selfie shoot into This:

This Little Piggy went to market

This Little Piggy stayed home

This Little Piggy dropped acid

This Little Piggy dropped none

This Little Piggy cried WEEWEEWEE all the way home

*If you liked this, you might enjoy my short story THE KILLER – scroll down