Sex

Take me down to the river
Plunge me deep into its depth
Then watch me rise
Rocketing up
Seeking up
That
Breath
That
Ah
That life
Filling up
The very deep deep
Parts
Of my essence

Shine that light
Bright bright bright
Down into the
Naked skin
That wraps up tightly
The whole of me
The blood rush
The
Hip
Thrust
The tick and then the
Tock
Of the beat
Rhythmic
Beat beat
Changing pace

Quicken the lace
Falling to the floor
Melting off
The listless
Core
Of
My
Body
Ready to find the
Lost living cells
Dormant
From that long dark
Winter
That threatened to steal
All of that soul
That plays
Hide-and-seek
If you let it

Change up
Face up
Forcing out
The sanctity of it all
Just feel
The realness
The heat
The heat
The
Fire

Control
Baby control
Don't even think
About losing
That
Focus

Now

Ready
Steady

Go

A Moment

(I caught my 7-year-old enjoying life... I believe children are keenly aware of  its "miracle and magic")

"We need a renaissance of wonder. 

We need to renew, in our hearts and in our souls, the deathless dream, the eternal poetry, the perennial sense that life is miracle and magic."

E. Merrill Root

I'm not on a concrete path

Give me sunshine.

(I can feel it light my eyes)

Give me the breeze.

(I can taste your scent on it)

Give me solitude. 

(I can remember best alone)

Give me this ground

(I can sink into it)

Give me this moment

I will then become all that I am

I will then find the strength to rise

(as I sink into this softly-grassed soil)

Do not remove me.

This is mine.

“Man cannot survive except through his mind. He comes on earth unarmed. His brain is his only weapon. Animals obtain food by force. man had no claws, no fangs, no horns, no great strength of muscle. He must plant his food or hunt it. To plant, he needs a process of thought. To hunt, he needs weapons,and to make weapons - a process of thought. From this simplest necessity to the highest religious abstraction, from the wheel to the skyscraper, everything we are and we have comes from a single attribute of man -the function of his reasoning mind. "

Howard Roark - The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand)