Histrionic Enlightenment

When I see you, I’m reminded of a damn good cup of coffee on a cold morning— and how delicious and exciting that cup can be. Shit. It’s so fucking good to be. Awake. —and how good a cold beer can taste. When I see you, I want to dance in snake shoes (or not) And coach a soccer team, make some kale soup, shake some shit up, eat some goat balls and say “hit that” instead of grace, Like it’s my religion. But who needs religion when you’ve got. This. I think of hurricanes. And running in shoes that don’t fit. And listening to you sing. Reading your emails again and again. Just. To. Laugh. I think of bikes— And your shorts (perfect short shorts for 20 miles…huh?) Hit. That. Fuck, at the end of the bike ride, lord knows there will be a good swiss chard salad from a food truck. And a good bike ride always ends with a night cap—and probably the A-Train home. With deli sandwiches in hand. And even shit in the train won’t smell too bad. Cause the company is that. Good. Let me be clear, I don’t want to Thomas Crown Affair this— I want to “Notebook” this ending (so I should probably stop talking about shit in this goddamn train) Put me in a boat with you and a towel (cause that’s all you need, right?) and we might get covered in grease. but there is always grape seed oil and a razor on the other. side. I think of winter hats and you reading Nietzsche. Fuck, you could read. anything. I would listen. When I see you, I think of cream in oats topped with cranberries And how good that moose sweater would feel when the weather starts getting cold. I’d curl up. and listen. Especially if you pick the playlist. Lay. It. Down. When I see you, I want you on the couch. And I know you know what that means ’cause you wrote it. I want to laugh at how much I love how you do it—sardines, yams, saltines, games, “programs.” And you do it. So. well. Flawless. Bow down bitches. I’m reminded of a damn good cup of coffee. and how good a cold beer can taste. I want to dance in snake shoes (or not) and say “hit that” instead of grace. Like it’s my religion. But who needs religion when you’ve got. This. I think of that song you put on. In the mornings. That one that makes the pain of last night’s bottle-pass, well, less. treacherous. You are the Michael Jordan of this jam. From the couch I’m on. Flawless. Bow down bitches. And I want to whip my hair back and forth. If you remind me. Now, it’s my turn to be relentless. I might ask you to explain to me that a zebra without a name is just a striped horse. But this striped horse— It’s just. Love. The kind that makes that coffee want to linger and that cold beer never taste so good and these slippers just became my snake shoes. For the night. When I see you, You make me want to write. And dream. Now it’s my time to be relentless. I want you to talk to me. Read with me. Cry on the subway with me when this shit breaks our hearts. In the best. way. I can’t tell you what the hell the water is, But man, I wish you were in it. with me.

A goddess is a woman who emerges from deep within herself. She is a woman who has honestly explored her darkness and learned to celebrate her light. She is a woman who is able to fall in love with the magnificent possibilities within her. She is a woman who knows of the magic and mysterious places inside her, the sacred places that can nurture her soul and make her whole. She is a woman who radiates light. She is magnetic. She walks into a room and male and female alike feel her presence. She has power and softness at the same time. She has powerful sexual energy that’s not dependent on physical looks. She has a body that she adores and it shows by the way she comfortably lives and moves in it. She cherishes beauty, light and love. She is a woman who can ask for help when she needs it or give help when asked. She respects boundaries, hers and another’s. She can see God in another’s eyes. She can see God in her own. She can see God in every life situation. She is woman who takes responsibility for everything she creates in her life. She is a woman who is totally supportive and giving. She is a Goddess…

I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.