Tag: the right stuff

Your dress is the color of milk chocolate with hints of ocher red. The contours of your hourglass body are seen through the pines. Your flaxen hair reaching the small of your back. Your arms are raised in prayer and gratitude. It’s you in a milk chocolate dress. Hourglass contours in the sun. Hands to…

The days are spent reading, writing, aromatics, acrobatics, dancing, and tumbling. You like to work in the solarium with your books, tea, and towel. I join you frequently, sitting beside your chaise-lounge, enjoying the luxury of your view. Today, I am absent, out in the field with the men, harvesting hay, examining the rigs, inspecting…

I was walking blind into oblivion. Not a care in the world. Careless like the flames of a forest fire. From the depths of total destruction I see two emerald eyes, the mane of a LION, the soft touch of a maiden. She sets me down kindly on solid ground. I smile and say, “Thank…

We enter a huge canopy tent in the desert. Lighted by silver sconces, a smoking urn in the center, blue aromatics wafting through the bedouin. The floor is carpeted with Persian rugs. Around the perimeter are instruments; guitars, drums, cymbals, flutes, tambourines. We are invited to play any instrument we wish. We say a prayer…