The Dance of Love

THE DANCE OF LOVE. These feeling I have are not new to me. They are but like a distant memory, that is not distant enough for my heart to not recall

CATCH ME IN THE EXHALE.

CATCH ME IN THE EXHALE The exchange of more than breath. The release of more than just air. The exhale. The release. The letting go. The feeling. The exchange that can only be experienced when a deep

I DANCE FOR HIM

I DANCE FOR HIM. For his eyes only, On the stage of life. I twirl. An aerial dance under the stars, Amidst the pixies and angels, The fawn and imps. I dance with his eyes looking up

I WILL FIND YOU.

I WILL FIND YOU. As I lay under the starriest of starry nights, my breath being captivated by the sight of shooting stars, a crescent moon that I can relax into and my

“I love You. Just As You Are.”

Bob Marley once said: "You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect—you aren’t

Warrior of the Goddesses Heart

I know what I want. I know my desire. I feel my heart yearning. Calling for me to breathe, breathe life back into it. To not fear love. Or to be loved. To not belittle love, offered at

Wine is Bottled Poetry

The bitter sweet realities in life, brought to attention through a glass of wine. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose