Embrace the transition and fearlessly expose your wings!
His love isLike indigo evening air withgalvanic veins of lightning.Like the eye of the hurricaneguarding you fromturbulent gusts thatcircle around.Like the liberator of your soulfinding a safe home for itin his heart.Questioningeverything internally,in files,in drawers,inside,until he can iron them outto articulate themperfectly,just for you.A quizzical charismathat captures many,but trusts fewbecause he’s cultivated safety in solitude.Still,… Continue reading Synastry: The Loving
His heart is like an archer aiming precisely and hitting the bullseye because he must every time. Like a flickering flame growing intense, then shrinking soft. Like a scandalous joke he made speaking freely to the crowd meant only for you to understand. He magnifies the energy of the masses and ignites the world around… Continue reading Synastry: The Learning
His soul is Like a most gentle sluice of lucid brook water to soothe your wounds. Like the dewy rain drops that dribble into your arid throat like revival. Like the curious bluebird, forever remaining on the fence as he chirps his carefree melody. Then he stops to listen readily and share minimally. A jolly… Continue reading Synastry: The Understanding
He appearslike a euphoric ultramarine ocean wavecome to awaken your cynical soul. Like lustrous sapphire river rapids in dreamy eyes. Like sheer understanding as they lock with yours. Working up a summer sweat for the attention of whoever happens to be the luckiest person in the room, His blithesome nature blinds him to the fact that you’re fidgeting with impatience craving the shower of his affection.An infectious… Continue reading Synastry: The Meeting
You’re playing piano in an empty coffee shop. I’m sipping on the perfect cup And consuming confectionery bliss With a sparkle of citrus But It’s difficult to chew when The muscles in my mouth Are fixed in the proudest grin. Beaming. You are my piano man. Those magnificent fingers I hold in my hand daily… Continue reading Another Moment
People speak words to me as if the words alone mean something, As if I should put trust in the words themselves. Words are meaningless without action and Intentions are pointless without follow through. Rich, coming from a woman who struggles to commit to anything. Even richer, because I say so many words. But I… Continue reading Meaningless Words
Eternal Metamorphosis 