51/365: a love poem
my poet wrote for me:
sometimes I just humbly wish
I were a bubble in your bath!
reflecting you in me,
floating over your warm body,
occasionally landing on a shoulder, a nipple...
or whisper a love puff in your ear
45/365: he brought roses
he brought roses.
he brought more.
he brought music.
he brought laughter.
he brought pleasure.
he brought whispers.
he brought love puffs.
and he brought it all for me.
38/365: needs
it's february, and it hadn't rained in weeks until last night. even after this recent deluge, we are still well below what we need.
apparently S + D also have needs. it looks as though they need each other.
i'm learning that it's ok to need. to need love. to need to be loved. it's ok to acknowledge this need to myself. it's also ok to say it out loud. speaking words out loud makes any shame slip off the letters and fall to the wayside.
i need love. I NEED LOVE! OK?