On my own.....4

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After years of grey harshness

brushing against screeching

roughness

I came upon this

deep softness within

unexpectedly.

There everything

spoke softly

caressing my wounds

blowing softly

not making them scream.

All my voices gathered

around me whispering

love kindly

grace forgivingly

beauty adoringly

and then desire

dropped in to 

serve a feast of

dreams on platter

of fantasies.

And here I am

moving to the 

next place of joy.

Sheer Joy

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Not wanting things
not dreaming wild
Just living 
the sheer moment.
Not clinging to
memories sweet
recalling the 
caresses
just loving
the sheer moment.
Not ashamed
to seek pleasure
not guilty
of seeking happiness
just lapping
the sheer moment.
Not afraid
to flex the flesh
nor scared to
scoop joy
just lobbing
the sheer moment.

Fair Trails 2

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How I love
these swaying
blades of overgrown
grass, lightly 
caressing my bare
flesh!
All my senses
wake up to their
ephemeral
existence, all serving
to sustain
life in its tiniest and
gigantic forms.
I am the atom 
and unfathomable sky
and the infinite
possibilities of
life.