I never know my opinion until someone asks me to
Name it on the stage.
Telling others where I stand, I discover myself, an
Ever-evolving contextualization – surprising
Revolution of my rugged earth, my resplendent moon.
Digging into the dusty corners of my winter smile, I
Excavate old ideas about
Pleasure, happiness, bliss and
Never liked that nursery adage: Ignorance Is Bliss. It seems to
Dumb down and degrade our capacity for true joy,
Even alienating us from our truly felt emotions,
Numbing us to satisfactions we need to nurture.
Cultivation of connection is key to my contentment.
Even my heartbeat is happier when harmonizing with another.
I need you, and I need to feel needed too.
Seduce me, and I will return the favor, allowing your senses to seduce you too.
Building an unbreakable bond, invisible tiny fibers and waves
Linking and lingering, lifting and levitating, so you and
I float in a calm sea, soar into a starry
Sky, are planted in a fertile
Soil, giving and taking, sweet and salt, spirit and soul.