April 6, 2011
Thought for the day…
I’m not sure what’s hotter, when a man bounds out of bed to ease a fussy child before you wake or when he brushes cereal crumbs off the sheets as he climbs back in without once groaning about the children’s haphazard eating habits?
April 6, 2011
You wrap your arms around me and hold the Earth still.
The soft musk of your skin,
The heavy thud in your ribs that recalls the beat of tribal drums,
The charred taste of burning embers coats my tongue,
Lingers….
I slip away with you,
Down into the earthen hollow,
The center of myself.
Warm tangled flesh presses deep into the dampened soil.
On hands and knees you bore me back into the light.
Lover. Shaman. Bear.
The Burrow Murmurs 