Psalm of Soulmates

 May the God of these fresh mercies

Be the God of each new day,

And may He triumphantly walk into our mess

And make a brighter way.

May the hopeful prayers I sing

Among the calling of the birds

Reach the heart of Heaven

With more eloquence than these wholehearted poetic words.

I pray my soul runs swiftly

To catch my ever-deepening heart,

For it has grown beyond my knowing

As Your light cuts through my dark.

May my joy, held firmly

In the grip of hopeful gratitude,

Dream of long-awaited kisses

To welcome every morning new.

And may we revel in the mystery

Of our love as it unfolds,

And may we writhe in glorious passion

As my hands your body hold.

And may we whisper holy prayers

In ecstasy each sacred night,

As my arms become your home

And your heart becomes my prize.

Inspiration

Long legged luxury

Olive toned

Smooth and shapely

Ruby red toes

Made for high heels

The seduction of your design

Is infinitely calling

Each line each curve

Captures my stare

My imagination is ever running

To catch a glimpse,

a peek of your uncharted skin

Each inch still a vision

Every gaze a new longing

Your slender neck

Calls my gasp, my kiss

The way you tilt your head when you laugh

Still undoes me

Your lips beckon

Passion that I won’t resist

I’m lost in your body

At home deep inside you

Ever enchanted by memories

Always dreaming to make new

Green: a snarky (albeit true) sonnet in response to your sassy comment

A big blue orb desires one true thing

To encompass and engulf all things that are green.

To revel in the way the light illuminates the single shouldered sparkle,

To painstakingly pick up his jaw as he kneels before  legs; her back arched her thong pulled.

If there ever was a couch he might sit and gaze at yellow,

Forest green would be its color and his hands would would not sit still.

If skirts were made in one color alone, it would be green regardless of how short it may become and then of course red right after he smacks her playfully on her magnificent sassy bum. 

The green of the basil upon that first picnic lunch,

The green grass between her toes as she happily makes them scrunch.

The green of granola woowoo hearts

The green light from the lanterns still shining at the end of the dock. 

This blue orb, though sometimes comes on strong, knows that when it comes to Miss Daisy, her adorned in green is never ever wrong. 

Thank you/miss you

Thank you for the hawk and the prism 

Thank you for the hand written daisy’s 

Thank you for the indelible mark you’ve etched on my heart

Thank you for each and every longing.

I still kiss your butterfly

I still bless the stars

I still look to the moon

I still prayerfully grab my heart

Because of you 

Because I still miss you

Because I haven’t stopped loving you

Because I still read between each and every line 

Because I’m still seeking and I’m still finding you.

So thank you for the talismans 

I moment by moment cling to

Willing with dark chemistry, you to feel my adoration and my longing.

Because I miss you for every reason

I replay each moment as I cling to the memory, the feeling

Hoping with prayerful supplication you still feel me too. 

May it be so

May it be so

May it be so

For king and for country

Queen and for heart

For love of the hunting

Let Hope never depart

Let the table overflow

Let the hearth be ever warm

Let the joy be always shared

And the love, never be torn

May it be so

May it be so 

For the country is calling

It’s King to arise

And the Queen ever beckons

The heart to thrive

The hawk gives approval

Spring answers in kind

The tree ever burning

The altar of light

May it be so

May it be so

The wind of adventure

Is caught in our sails

Gathering provision

Like hammer and nails

To bring forth the kingdom

To fashion a home

Where beauty is calling

Where no soul is alone

May it be so

May it be so

Story in the silence

The story in the silence —

the love within the breath,

the hope in restful wonder,

the heart within this chest.

What will You show me

when I can’t hear her voice?

What will my heart cry

when this isn’t my choice?

Where will my affection go?

How will it move my prayers?

What happens to this longing

when I can’t get lost in her stare?

What story are You telling

in the silence of a year?

What bigger picture waits for me

as my vision becomes clear?

I’m nervous she will lose me,

and I’m scared I’ll lose her too —

yet I trust in what we’ve carried,

and what we’re being asked to do.

I miss her already,

though this time there’s no panic.

A weary heart finds respite

from the weight of endless wrestling.

I understand where she is flying;

I believe in who she is.

With open hands and a yearning heart,

I release my need for control in all of this.

Tell me Your story in the silence.

Tune my heart to hear Your tale.

Let the pearl be my talisman —

a promise of brighter days.

As we unfold our parts

in this cosmic drama of becoming,

may we never lose our home —

and may our arms be empty

only until reunion begs us to hold.

Just a few things

 A list of my thoughts from this morning.

1. Your body is exquisite in every way. Every curve, every freckle, and every masterfully created line drives me absolutely wild.

2. You are ever any always a mystery to me; new layers and plot twists ever unfolding. Just when I think I’ve got you figured out… I am still surprised.

3. You are a wildflower. 

4. I believe in your story… (regardless of my place in it) and I am always for you.

5. Forgetting you is an utter impossibility. However, obsessing over you is not. 

6. Get back to work! (Smack)