Technical Analysis

Without expectations or requirements,
you stood before me with open heart & hands -
although not mine for the taking.
Our needs overshadowed reality
& I found myself before you -
awaiting your touch;
awaiting salvation from my desire.

Without formality or introduction
I await your glance my way.
No analysis;
no judgement.
It was only you that put yourself before my feet -
mine for the taking.

Do not give me your technical analysis -
your sermon of right & wrong -
the poet follows her heart
& the path that leads to you;
the path that is willingly surveyed & measured
& that leads directly to my heart.

Understand me without examination;
take me for what I am;
& take me like you have had no other,
& forget all inhibitions.

Set down your pen.
Put your phone on hold.
Place your focus & hands on me.
No report will be requested.
No summary of events; opinion; or account required.
No recommendations will be made.

Between just me & you -
with no business of committee, council or board -
it was your touch that
cast reality aside.
Perhaps we need an engineered solution for our heartache -
our unfinished business -
deduced to a formula
for calculation & debate.

Do not question.
Only pleasure.

Summer Already

Hello Dear Readers,

It's been a long time since I've written...the daily grind keeps grinding and suddenly the rains have (mostly) stopped and the weather is turning nice.  I do not have any new poetry to share with you today, however I am going to get on it and draft some new material.

I've been reading a lot of books as of late...I've read several memoirs and autobiographies (Keith Richards, Shania Twain, Stephen Tyler) plus some others and I'm part way through yet more.  I'm not one to limit myself to one good read at a time and have no problem reading 3, 4, 5 or more books at once.  I think I'd like on of those electronic book readers for the bus on my way to work each day, but there's just something satisfying about holding a real book in your hands.

It's nice to be back on the blog.  I'll be in touch soon.

Lolita

Christmas Leftovers

Hi Munchkins,

We made it through the wilderness,
somehow we made it through,
didn't know how lost I was
until I found you.....

hahaha just testing to see if the above sounds familiar... :)
Oh Christmas, you are finally over.  So long, New Year's.
Lolita is finally getting happier.  I'm happy to have the few Christmas decorations that I managed to put up put away for another 360 days.  Just to be sure, I even shipped them back to my quasi-in law's for storage on Vancouver Island.  Sayonara Christmas! 

With New Year's under my belt, I have good news and not-so-good-news.  On the downer side, my cat that I talked about in previous posts died the day before Christmas Eve, just to add to the joy of the season.  It's been just over 2 weeks now and I'm still adjusting to life without my "buddy."  I miss him.   

I have not been writing any poetry lately but I'm sure that will pass, although the throws of passion are the furthest from my mind these days with all the other daily shit that is going on in my life.  It's back to work, back to day care, back to life.  I made no New Year's resolutions but have been trying to stick to my drink-no-booze-during-the-week rule (i.e. Sunday thru Thursday).  I pretty much made it this week although by Tuesday I filled my usual wine-tasting spree with Wii Fit. Gak. Who knew that one's fucking forearms would be sore from using the Wii.  Maybe it's right: I am a couch potato.  After years of being a fitness finatic, even I am struggling with this new reality.  Anyways, I have been working out with the Wii Fit, not been indulging in unauthorized vino (sniffle) and am on the path to health and happiness and enlightenment (or maybe that's just the St. John's Wort talking.)

Well I'll do me best to my poetry, so stay tuned darlings.

Lolita