The Mating Minuet

One step forward
two steps back
hands clasped, then not
turn and bow - repeat.

Fear, uncertainty and phobias maintain the tempo
as norms and expectations define the beat;
desire, acceptance and need haunt the melody...
while habit, intent and inconsistency infuse the learned chorus.

Intimacy (2013 re-write)

Intimacy

neither coerced nor expected

neither reward nor boon

like sweet breath…

is natural and essential... until commoditized. 

Intimacy

neither coerced nor expected

neither reward nor boon

like breath..

is natural and innate

Human Contact (2013 re-write)

Is it wrong to miss being held?

To miss the memory of muscle and bone, 

warmed by consciousness, enlivened by soul;

the familiarity of the fit… 

each curve, crevice and limb crafted to precision,

giving credence to “intelligent design”;

or the moment, when egos lifted, learned behavior and reason 

are burned away in the light of recognition;

that fleeting yet rapturous moment when 

souls recognized, meet, accept and give unconditionally…

and when with transitory reprieve, 

Eden is recreated in a touch, glance and gladdened heart?

If eyes are the gateway to the soul

then touch offers the map

breath the wind in our sails… and

Honesty… the cost of admission.

Is it wrong to miss…being held…

the memory of muscle and bone, 

warmed by consciousness and 

enlivened by soul;

the familiarity of the fit… each curve, crevice and limb crafted to precision,

giving credence to “intelligent design”?

To miss the moment, when the veil lifted… 

ego, learned behavior and reason are

burned away in the light of temporary recognition…

that fleeting yet rapturous moment when 

souls meet, accept and give unconditionally…

and when with transitory reprieve, 

Eden is recreated in a touch, glance and gladdened heart?

If eyes are the gate way to the soul

then touch offers the map

breath the wind in our sails… and

Honesty… the cost of admission.

Jill said it first....

"He left you a long time ago....
Now it's time to turn him loose...."
                                                Jill Scott 2009

Dance

While the Pit awaits with extended digits and cold comforts
put wounded spirit aside...and be grateful for music..
for what greater evidence is required
when toe-tapping demonstrates that holes aside....a boat still floats.

Move, shake shimmy and stomp
Sweat, sway and give angels cause to envy

Be water and wind - giving and unforgiving
and let rhythms exercise all that haunts.
Dance burdens into oblivion
and remember things worth celebrating...
at least until the last notes sound...