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Irresistible

You are moving slow and I am still.

Close, our thighs touch. Butterflies start dancing in my belly as I feel the heat rise off of you.

Like a force field, the heat envelopes us and blocks out the cold of Winter.

I take your hand in the silence between us.

Then you whisper,

I find you irresistible.

Knowing that is part of the problem but also the solution, I lean in and whisper back,

Soften into me.

You sigh out your breath, low and quietly.

Your hand opens wide, then closes again, around mine. Sealing our palms together, fingers interlaced in prayer form.

The air shifts as all the butterflies are released from my belly, flying around inside our force field.

Given over to love, you soften, lean in, and kiss me.

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Morning Ache

I woke this morning with a start.

Any chance of more sleep was lost.

I hurt.

The ache centered in my chest.

I got up, made coffee, and looked at the falling snow outside my window.

Hoping I would feel peace, I watched the small flakes twinkle in the dark under the streetlamp.

But the uneasiness in my soul and the utter unfairness of it all was rooted in my mind.

I wonder how long will it take before you are not on my mind?

How long before the pain in my heart is gone?

Will I wake one morning and not think of you?

Will that be a good thing?

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Found Things

In the deep of Winter, I allow for the Sacred. 

I welcome found things.

I broke open an apple to reveal the wisdom foretold by the myth of Eve.

Knowledge, not sin. 

An apple, red like the blood of life.

A bouquet of seeds nestled in the center of a fruit that at its core resembles the sacral base of Woman. 

Abundant and life-giving.

Seeds symbolic of all ancient women, the collective of wise women.

Planted within us is the ancient Sacred Feminine.

In the deep of Winter, I found seeds. And with them, the virginal promise of all new beginnings, the sowable life-affirming love of the Mother, and the harvested wisdom of the Crone.

Unwrapping this gift, I am again reminded of the cycle of all things, and

I allow for the Sacred.

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Regret

You live in the dark, a place of fear.

A place with sharp corners and regret.

The soul does not recover from the wounds of what if. And learning the lessons too late will ruin you.

You were given a chance.

A chance to soften into love. 

To fill hearts with one act of bravery.

But you did not take that chance.

Every morning when you wake and every night when you drift off to sleep, I will still be on your mind.

You will not be thinking of the safe and known and the choices you made out of expectation and duty.

You will be remembering how brightly my light shone.

You will be remembering how you once held love and beauty in your arms.

And each time, you will feel the loss. 

The loss of soul connection, of deep and fierce love. The loss of what could have been.

And maybe you will wonder if life without that kind of love was really worth living.

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16th Avenue

Swimming on a hot July night,

standing waist-deep in the Lake under the moonlight,

chest to chest, arms wrapped around each other.

That moment in time. 

My favorite person, holding me in my favorite place, under the moon.

You kissed me and said the words.

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Baby Breath

Birds are singing.

The breeze is blowing the curtains gently. Sunlight filtering through, just touching the edge of the bed.

I didn’t mean to drift off.

Little bodies, breathing with ease, curled in each arm.

I inhale the familiar scent of them, my babies.

I watch their little chests rise and fall.

There is a sink full of dishes, toys on the floor, and piles of laundry.

But I lie back onto my pillow.

Baby breath on my cheeks is more pressing.