Home…
Hidden deep
swirled within
a bit of spark
has found its home.
Quiet and sweet,
wild but shy
it lingers
trusting
but not alone.
A piece of nature,
a home to one
entrusted
to me.
I can sense the energy of what lives within this broken shell, a little spark glimmering in the dark, hidden beneath the shell. It lives in my home, invited and cared for, carefully loved and given a spot all its own. Perhaps some day it will feel safe enough to peek out and say hello.
Support…
I can’t see me
lovin’ nobody but you
For all my life
When you’re with me,
baby the skies’ll be blue
For all my life
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice,
it had to be
The only one for me is you,
and you for me
So happy together
Okay, so I didn’t write today’s little poem. They’re actually from the song “Happy Together” by The Turtles. But…. it was just so perfect for the picture.
The thing is? You are my support… and I’m yours. Just like the branch above and organisms that make their life upon it. Some might classify our relationship as co-dependent, but I don’t see it that way. I see it as a perfect balance of support reinforced with the snug comfort of love added in.
Comfort…
Come
slip into the water
with me
into a cool embrace.
Let the nymphs
pull you deeper
with me
as embracing waves
caress.
I find comfort within water. Floating within it’s caressing embrace, I can close my eyes and allow everything… absolutely everything… to just drift away. Where the forest is my grounding and my center, water is the conduit to my freedom and greatest moments of peace.
Tenderness…
It comes
with the softest touch.
Delicate
like a feather.
Warm
like the kiss of sunlight.
With senses
heightened
even the slightest brush
creates fireworks.
As much rough and tumble as we enjoy, it’s the tender moments that sink the deepest. Intimacy between us is so intense and often violent, and yet the aftercare is the sweetest tenderness I’ve ever known. I do not need to be treated like delicate porcelain, I crave that intensity and collision of power and need… but it’s the tenderness that comes after that touches the heart and breaks open the inner protective shell, granting you access to that part of me that none other has ever been allowed to witness or touch.
Lips…
So many
precious things
slip from your lips.
Sweet nothings
and fuck babble,
sage advice
and curious questions.
It is, though
the words you speak
with love in your heart
and sacrifice on your sleeve
that always
stand out the most.
I love you, man. There are times when I’ve needed time outside that I know that you wanted to be selfish and say “No, stay here with me” and yet instead you say “you need to go for a hike”. This is a sacrifice given that demonstrates the depth of your love. A sacrifice of time spent with you so that I can instead lose myself among the damp green embrace of the forest trails. You sacrifice what you hold precious to you, sacrificing your own need, in order to give me the self care I need.
Those words from your lips? Are a testament to your love as no kiss ever could be.
Knowledge…
It is not straightforward
nor organized
It is tangled
and multifaceted.
Complex.
It must be untangled
just to be understood.
In combing out the strands
we find the each one
a treasure
to be added to our own
Pandora’s Box.
When we learn, it is a form of organization. We take a jumble of information and we organize it into our minds in a way that creates its own sense. Its own interconnections and meanings. This is how knowledge is created, by the obtaining the tangled soruces of information and the de-tangling of those strands as we suss out meaning… and absorb it as our own.
Twisting the Leaf 