Little warblers dance in the sky.
Gravity honors their spirit by supporting their wings with a breeze.
Lake Minnetonka rests lazy today.
Squirrels look at their feet and lay prostate before the shore.
Clouds spell out a haiku, as Shaw I think of you.
I move into spaces today with a bit of intrepidation. I want to win, but I am drenched in loss. The trappings of past relationships keeps a knowing barrier around my heart. I still yearn to have a human male hold me tight in his arms. The imaginal can mix with the material realm, and I thirst to develop a sensuality that honors my innocense and need for gentle generosity of body and spirit. Let's just put this into the air today, Shaw.
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