wetter is better?
whether its the moistening in between thighs,
or today's rain that feeds the green.
the tears washing my face,
remind me to let go---------------
(breath) so that fluid can keep flowing.
Lubricant lingers; building upon the last warmth, pulsation, motion.
Wetness is Good.
Maybe thats what all those showers in seattle were about?


I am sad. Intuition says
Let it go...
Let it all go.
What if- this is as good as it gets?
No hopes for more,
no desire to be related to.
B/c I am relation.

My strings of love fly away,
A dear family member is about to die.
Making space for new hope,
my story gains depth.

Integrating wisdom thus far learned;
like a book with lines left blank,
Ready to be picked and drawn upon.
My bones are not bare,
I've got breath and memory, ambition and honesty.

Thus I know I must let you go.
.To make space for more.