#TenderTuesday . . . To the heart in you….


“To the heart in you, don’t be afraid to feel. To the sun in you, don’t be afraid to shine. To the love in you, don’t be afraid to heal. To the ocean in you, don’t be afraid to rage. To the silence in you, don’t be afraid to break.”
Najwa Zebian

Franz Dvorak – The Angel of the Birds, 1910.

Text and image source: Ravenous Butterflies . https://www.facebook.com/120492754734710/posts/3311518422298778/

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The sum of us

MATURE MATERIAL – Come and enjoy!


Good Girls don’t write about sex


They disguise their want in paralipsis

And allegory

Hoping the one they wrote it for

Reads in between watery lines

Just as we think we know and we don’t know

How to play a violin to life

What specific string to rub dulce, with bow and how?

To produce the exact sound

Of heaven

For we rely on machines purchased

In stores that wrap them in paper and

Blush behind their make-up

To soften the blow of loneliness

They even offer them in pink with ears.

I decided long ago to

Forgo batteries and think of you instead

With my flesh and my bones

Nothing more but those images in my head

Of you lying back unclothed

Ready for feasting

I’m long past apologizing

For my need at midday to think

About sex

Women do it too

Maybe not in the office bathroom…

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a brief autumn soliloquy

the grey room

the air is cooler
tonight as summer winds
down and its lazy, hazy days
feed into the crispy chill
threading through evenings
briefly set ablaze then settling
into the long dark cool night.

autumn colored the trees
the first time i swallowed your name
put words to paper instead
i scribbled as the degrees ticked,
the air thinned and morning slowed
and i loved you too much, too easy
on a thousand nights just like this

you disappeared into the monotonies
but i think of you when the season change.
i whisper your name too much like a prayer
and watch it die with the flowers, the leaves
it should be a burial, still you appear
at the first sight of green or on the hottest day of the year, and i pretend to be surprised to see you again.

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