Spring on my skin
Nights like these
My breath should be passing between
My teeth in a rush
Throat open
Head back
The goddess spilling out.
Tag: sex
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Skin
Someday, if you’d like.
I’ll write poems to you
about the deliciousness of your body
and the way your scent makes me
grateful to be alive.
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Blog. Go!
I am being reorganized. Themes of darkness breeding light. I find solace in the chaos because I’ve had the experience of death by fire before. Many times.
Of trekking through the darkness in faith that light follows soon after.
There is great potential in chaos. The lesson I keep getting is to have faith, be gentle with myself and with others if I can. And the biggest is to have the greatest compassion and care for my heart. From my heart. Which can be the hardest in the face of the darkness.
In this time of my own personal darkness and chaos, I am being shown that I’ve learned some things.
It was not all for naught. These tools of love, compassion, faith, presence. They’re not just words I speak to others ALL the time until I’m blue in the face. They are life lines. And they work. Hold to them. PRACTICE them.
Hold your heart as if in an anjali mudra, firm but gentle with space.
There may be upheaval in the air. But this too shall pass and become something else and there is light and then darkness and light and then darkness… and the only way we have one is have the other.
So I find I cannot judge one as better than the other.
I am as grateful for the darkness and chaos as I am for the light. Off I go the mountains where I find my luminous body again. -Jennifer