It's Good Right Here

I could see it long before I had any idea what it was. The torsos were piled high, all pretty and colorfully clothed, with arms and legs jutting out here and there. They weren’t moving, at least not that I could see. Not a twitch or a blink or the slightest hint of a breath.  I was fascinated and drawn to it; how did it get there, and how the fuck did it get so damn high? You barely acknowledged it, though somehow I knew it was yours. You half gestured in that direction -- a vague backhand toward ‘something that used to be something’ but bored you now.  Someone less adventurous might have kept on walking, but I’m a digger, a prodder, a poker by nature. It was definitely so much more unsettling up close, much bigger than it looked from farther away. I reached out and ran my hand down a beautifully smooth, tanned, cold leg.  I saw that I had been right. They were perfectly still. What happened, I wondered, that every sing...

The last time I saw her she was leaving.  It wasn't nearly time, but she said she was tired, and she was going just the same.  But that's not the way I remember her. She was the only person to ever love me fully, loudly and unconditionally. From the day I came until the day she left, she wanted nothing but for me to be me, and she drank me up until I became part of her.  In return she gave me herself, never holding back the tiniest bit of her.  There were lots of things I didn't know back then but oh, how I knew that she loved me. When her car pulled up in front of the house I would squeal and take off running as fast as my skinny legs would take me.  I'd leap into her arms as she kissed me all over my face and neck.  I'd giggle and squirm as she transferred her lipstick to my cheeks and her perfume to my clothes, and she would keep on and keep on until I screamed for her to stop!  Please stop!    The box on my...

Where you go, I follow Curious and open Wandering innocently toward the light, Carefree and unsuspecting. Lulled and attracted by words Intrigued, I listen and learn And marvel at how very easy it feels Where I go, you follow Cautiously leaning in closer, bit by bit Connecting in reluctant bond Completely unsettled but not able to turn away. Wondering how different can be so same You are compelled to risk In exchange for feeling again Where you go, I follow Stepping through the door Laughing and playing and leaping without a net Not recognizing consequence until it appears. You look into me, finding truth and exposing fear  As you pour over my skin, bathing me, I'm enveloped in a warm cocoon Where I go, y ou follow Alive, breathless, aflame Frenzied and tangled in a web of passion Surrendering to what simply must be. Scared t...

I forgot how much I love the beach.   As luck would have it, we became reacquainted recently.  Five days of warm sun and beautiful sky and sandgasms.     Most mornings it was easy to just be quietly in the moment -- me, a bunch of gulls and a runner or two.   Oh, and one special day there was an enormous guy in a Speedo.   I think he might be what they mean when they say that certain things can't be unseen.   But I digress. I discovered some incredibly amazing white shells.   I don't remember ever seeing these before; so perfect, pure and brilliantly white.   I'm sure they were here last year when I stood on this same shore, in this same spot, watching these same waves spill onto the beach.   Funny how you just don’t see some things until you are ready to see them.   This is true of shells and other things. Our feelings can blind us in relationships, especially the most intimate ones.   We see only what we want t...

She packed her bags.   For some odd reason he had fallen asleep watching TV in the sunroom, and right now she was grateful for that.   She stood there with the dim light from the bathroom illuminating their bedroom. She looked around and realized she had no idea what to take with her. She stood frozen for what seemed like an hour before opening her closet and dresser drawers, randomly selecting items that she supposed might comfort her later. When she finished there were two suitcases; one packed so tightly to the gills that she had to sit on it to zip it all around.  She heard a noise and thought it might be the girls.   It was way too early for them to be waking, but she stopped and listened.   She realized it was just the pool filter that had clicked on.   She looked out the window at the clear water in her little lake.   It was barely light enough for her to see her favorite chair float across that spa...