You think love ends when you do not see me?
You think wanting you stops just because you’re out of sight?
Every breath of mine beckons yours to meet it.
Each drop of sweat on my skin longs for your tongue.
You think I don’t wonder what you taste like in the morning?
My body pulses with the sound of your voice.
I swear I can still smell your skin.
And I stole one of your shirts.
The inconvenience of it all is little to endure,
compared to the ache in my core and the void in my heart.
The gentle union of our hands.
A head resting in a lap.
Our bodies sinking into each other.
A tangle of limbs wound together.
What we promised.
The things said in the dark.
Am I not always with you?
If not, I am certainly lost.
mbz/2009
thinking of my muse
I could never be ungrateful for any of it.
Every good and painless moment.
Every bad and painful moment.
All of them of no consequence.
Every sensation, every tear, each squeal of laughter,
all of the moments my breath was taken away,
every slap and caress of my skin,
the endorphins, the adrenaline.
Every heartbreak and heart-melt.
The bitter, the sweet.
I wouldn’t change a second of any of it.
Not one motion or sentence.
Everything and every breath
exactly as it happened.
With the next breath I met you.
That gave purpose to every moment
that led to that moment.
Finding you was the fate of it all.
Mystery of mysteries.
Wonder of wonders.
Beyond the beyond.
Moment of moments.
I could never be ungrateful for any of it.
melissa b zeligman/2008
Looking for a man who enjoys drinking O.J. straight from the container, loves to find change at the bottom of the washer, knows the reason why dry wine is wet and who invented the kiss. He must have a quick-witted mouthful of sarcasm, enjoy caffeine at a spiritual level, and can stay up all night watching movies. On the spur of the moment, he will know the definition of cacophony and mellifluous and can whip up a batch of mashed potatoes. He can recite at least one love poem by heart and has read the Lotus Sutra. He believes in Santa Claus, anniversaries, holding hands and fireflies. He requires the understanding that there are days that breakfast is served at dinner, days we never shed our pajamas, and that at times I spend whole afternoons reading in the bathtub or perfecting the playlists on my iPod. He needs to have an inexhaustible supply of fine point pens, be thought provoking, and own a passport and a yoga mat.
1. Vanilla
2. 1992 Chateau Latour Bordeaux
3. Grass
4. Balinese sea salt
5. Tupelo honey
6. Skin
7. French tarragon
8. Crème brulee
9. Balsamic vinegar
10. Coffee ice cream
11. Jalapeno
12. Heirloom tomato
13. A kiss
14. Chantrelles
15. Pomegranate
16. Seaweed
17. Rose
18. Charcoal
19. Twig tea
20. Sea shore
21. Lemon verbena
22. Buttermilk
23. Toasted sesame oil
24. Brown rice
25. Maple syrup (the real stuff)
26. Parisian chocolate
27. Sandalwood
28. Quince
29. Violet
30. Sencha
31. Port
32. A mystery
I had one comment from my last posting regarding my recent craigslist experience. It was from Craig…yes that Craig. Frankly, I was surprised. But mostly I was impressed by his interest and concern. He offered to contact the man that I had the exchange with to let him know that his communication wasn’t appropriate. Again, I was impressed. We agreed in the end that this was minor compared to some of the things happening on the net and that it would probably just agitate the guy… he does have my email after all.
What did I learn? Craigslist is still kind and indeed Craig is very kind and a person of great integrity. There are mean people everywhere. I have to include myself in that assessment. [My apologies to the shuttle driver at BWI last month]. My best friend Chad says that mean people are our best teachers. They provide us an opportunity to just love them for all they are and all they are not. It’s easy to love people when they’re behaving. The mastery comes in the moment when some one calls you an imbecile and to still have a loving heart. Buddha had the same notion. I definitely got the dharma from this drama.
Cheers.
After the expansion comes the contraction. I wrote like a mad woman for 10 days and nights, was feeling good and then comes the crash. I always forget the law of gravity applies to the creative force too…at least it does for me.
The arrival of spring is very welcome- though it’s still averaging 30 degrees here. Watching the lake thaw overnight was incredible. When I figure out how to post video I’ll add that to my website.
Had a lovely walk around Walden Pond (yes, that Walden Pond) yesterday. Look forward to my first swim across when it gets a bit warmer.
girl and muse is the product of weeks of sleepless nights, a flood of inspiration and profound gratitude……i’m brand new to the whole blog world, but look forward to sharing about the girl (me) and the muse (i’ll never tell)…..check out my website…www.girlandmuse.com
be well- m
