Hi love,
I look forward to you coming to me and telling me your story… whether it’s old or new. I feel so excited to listen to you and to see you. This is how I feel.
and when you come to me and tell a story from your heart… when you speak from that place… I’ll feel it.
and I want to feel all of you — your heart …
Hello, stranger
Your words drip out in rhythms of hollow.
Breath you’ve swallowed.
Your mind — shallow … and I? …
if you love me, let it be today …
If you love me,
let it be today —
not from fear of loving me,
but because you welcome me to stay.
“… the king may choose his woman or his bride— with surprise, or with disguise, with whatever cost of price …”
What interest me …
… while I’m in my love as a lover of life, my interest is in you, as the greatest fan of your life
Am I close enough to you …
… tell me, what are you afraid of? to fall? to break? to get hurt? to fall out of love? or to love again?
This morning, I’m sitting by the balcony — the tree reaches out to me, and a little bird is nesting near the tip of its longest branch. I saw the other one in the days before, calling out, inviting me to greet them. It’s been raining… and they’ll have to face storms these days — but this morning, they’re still here, singing their song, and the world listens.