perhaps my body wants to remain a mystery to you.
it may delight in your fascination as your hands stroll down
my skin.. they run wild like imagination.

i want to feel it. but i hold back.
curiosity can be temporary.
i want to let go release and crash
crash right into clarity.

as i put this tea cup to my lips

i taste my thoughts and senses.

my mood, mirrors and reflects it.

a soul so warm so calm and sound.

a lonely neck suits to wrap scarves around.

& layer after layer after layer.

its starting to feel the way it did.

except my face and mind have changed..
no longer suspended in a childlike phase.

no i cant close my eyes and make it fade.

i cant turn my back and run away.

from these familiar feelings,
as they reel me in..
this year i am "alone"
with no man

to call my 2nd home.

but it feels right.

it feels fine,

to love the skin i never had to find.

this simple strength.. its been here all along.

& our memories will always inspire a good song.