HopeSwings777

canned beets and chicken breast spoiled my date with cheesecake feeling virtuous minus animal bliss spare me your scorn I'm good and forlorn

sway bend Spirit of the Dance straight arms, but tender poised on steady legs and tough toes smooth gestures, chiffon gown, wet with sweat, groaning, weary

Sit. Stay. Now, speak. You're so good! You make me so proud! Not all girls can do what you can. They talk, then walk, then leave, then stay away to live for Themselves alone. You would never be so self-pleasing. You're my Girl, my Sweetie, my Pet!

Strange to think of it, but our Christmases' are numbered. Only so many  l i g h t  d I s p l a y s an' dressed up trees left. Gifts to give and get H o w few?

Warm Clean cost free F o r e v e r -- or for just a while with family and friends --or alone It's waiting. Dream of it. Search for it. Trip over it.

so curse and scorn me my views of me aren't kind understanding or gentle so how can I condemn you who do the same

Climber of doorjambs Killer of big cockroaches Forgiver of unkind owners A soft bundle of living, moving warmth She was my cat And she deserved more More fishing-pole play More rubbings on me with her cheeks and flanks More naps in my bed More games of hide & seek More chin and behind-the-ears scratches She was a good cat And I didn't deserve her Not her thick fur Dark tail and cow splotches All on a creamy white background A salt n' pepper head with shining, yellow eyes Her demanding meows at all hours Her tirelessly toting her feathery toys And leaving bite-marks on all that was mine and bitable Sucking on clear, plastic wrappings An

Can a heart that's never dived into love, not even once, rightly be called a heart? An incomplete heart beating, beating, beating inside a bone-and-flesh cave for  d e c a d e s   must stop someday-- What will become of you? Is there a second chance when this squandered life falls away? Or is this- was this- the second chance to be true and complete?

+ Men- you need not be one for to love women. + Women- you need not be one for to love men. +

Bedtime lightens my heart. Sundays feel like Fridays. And I want my birthday to be overlooked.