April 3rd, 2009 by verbal
Maybe it ties in with “A Series of Almosts” as well. So I was talking with James last night (yesterday) and our conversation turned to my health issues, marriage, and the odd way things seem to lead up to one another. I told him, “I have always said everything happens for a reason, though the [...]
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November 20th, 2008 by verbal
I want the man who thinks there is nothing sexier than the sight of a woman’s leg peeking out from her robe as she sits in a rocking chair comforting the sick baby curled up asleep on her lap.
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June 28th, 2005 by verbal
You. You come to me in my night, whispering words to slither inside my fevered flesh. You fit perfectly against me as you curl up behind me, one arm tucked caressingly beneath my breast. I can feel you pressing into the softness of me. Your kiss in my hair, burying your face against my neck, [...]
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April 12th, 2005 by verbal
Life exists in a fragile balance of give and take. Trees take carbon dioxide, and give us life sustaining oxygen. Good takes evil, and gives beauty and love. Healing takes away pain, and gives back our sense of wholeness, of peace. No one ever has to ask me for help, emotional, monetary, physical, if they [...]
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June 16th, 2004 by verbal
When I think, it’s usually in terms of emotion, like an association of colors. Red = anger or desire, blue = peace, white = divine and pure, bride of Christ. Elation, despair, orgasm, which in itself is a contradiction in terms. To feel such joy, nothing is wrong in your world at that exact moment, [...]
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