tasmanian starfish shoes
my laughter become air traffic noise
ready to take off
so i flight into him and around him
legs looped like ribbons circling his waist
he rocks me back and forth on his blue stool
his eyes are all that was and all that will be
the embrace becomes infinite as
he is my mirror, sharing in all my joy
this is the moment birthing
a dream come true.
(no, it's not what you think it is. but it is just as much a miracle creation as a bond of love or a burgeoning child).
7 comments:
Hi Leonie! - So glad to hear from you. I have checked your blog everyday, just in case you popped in. I hope you're having fun out there in the real world!
Best Wishes,
Chris
would this be the ocean?
you amaze me!
beautiful words and art....
beautiful leonie...
xx
Oh, Leonie. Have a great trip. Enjoy the ocean and swimming in his blue eyes. I've missed your colorful, wonder-filled words.
Traveling mercies, Gail
So it is not just me totally obsessed with babes right now *grin*
I love your poem and the deepest connection you share with your "hunk of a spunk" of a man {as you are always saying *tehehehehe*}
Have a wonderful time...
Love to you
Bx
Rock on sista!
Keep manifesting those dreams...
xxoo
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