Kiss me....hold me....touch me....

My blog

Apr
11
2015

Born in the indisputable capital of the world: NYC, the fever of Brooklyn still courses through my veins.

Raised and educated in suburbia on the East Coast, I was awakened to a university culture heretofore I had not known. At that stage in my life, both undergrad and grad school were my... Read More »

Mar
25
2015

There are different forms of seduction, and the kind I have witnessed in Persian dance is so unique, such a mixture of subtlety and brazenness, I cannot find a Western equivalent to compare it to. I have seen women of vastly different backgrounds take on that same expression: a hazy, lazy, flirta... Read More »

Nov
16
2014

Ancient moon priestesses were called virgins. ‘Virgin’ meant not married, not belonging to a man - a woman who was ‘one-in-herself’. The very word derives from a Latin root meaning strength, force, skill; and was later applied to men: virile. Ishtar, Diana, Astarte, Isis w... Read More »

Oct
23
2014

There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.

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Oct
18
2014

When my tongue dances on your fingertips you can feel a poem circling around the earth and kissing the sun.

I want to paint you over and over again in impressionism and fauvism and cubism and yes I want to paint you in abstract expressionism until every painting combines all the art movem... Read More »

Oct
13
2014

Men who have hardly uncurled
from their posture in the
womb. Naked. Heads bowed, not
in prayer, but in contemplation
of the earth they came from,
that suckled them on the brown
milk that builds bone not brain.

Who called them forth to walk
in the green l... Read More »

Oct
06
2014

“Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I thin... Read More »

Sep
29
2014

When we move through our life open to the magic that the universe creates for us, serendipity blazes the way. Somehow a voice, a hunch or an obscure idea would move me in some direction I hadn’t even considered and then pieces of a mind-numbing puzzle would fall into place. I would get a jo... Read More »

Sep
23
2014

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli.

Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab.

Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer.

Reality... Read More »

Jul
05
2014

Research at the Institute of HeartMath (IHM) has found that the heart literally can make sparks fly between people. When two people are in resonance, there is a powerful transfer of energy produced by the heart. In fact, the heart generates the strongest electromagnetic field in the body, about 1... Read More »

Mar
25
2014

And just as it is written in the tongue, the stomach, and mouth of the bee that it must make honey, so is it written in our eyes, our ears, our nerves, our marrow, in every lobe of our head, that we must make cerebral substance; nor is there need that we should divine the purpose this substance s... Read More »

Mar
15
2014

When people lament the state of the English language, they often criticize new vocabulary, such as slang and buzzwords that arise from the younger generation, advertising and technology. But new vocabulary marks linguistic change only in a relatively superficial way. Significant changes in langua... Read More »

Mar
15
2014

“Find ecstasy within yourself. It is not out there. It is in your innermost flowering. The one you are looking for is you. You are the traveler and you are the destination. In experiencing the ecstasy of your own being, you have achieved the final goal.”

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Mar
10
2014

Layed bare I fall at your feet

You are the wielder of my passion

the conductor of my desire

At your feet I sit

In your eyes my reflection

of everything 

I could

should 

and would be

Gentle is the way you guide

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Feb
27
2014

Lingering touches – just enough

Stolen glances – repeatedly repeated

Phone calls and conversations

Desires and longings embraced

Sweet selection – seductive suppositions

Moments stolen away together

Moments together denied

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Feb
21
2014

It was a fun, flirtatious evening from the moment we got home. It had been a long day at work and all we wanted to do was slip into comfortable clothes and relax. After a quick change, we slipped into the kitchen to make dinner.

I stepped in behind him at the sink and slid my hands under ... Read More »

Feb
16
2014

Finally off work, I smell the sweet essence of vanilla in the air. Light soothing tunes float across the yard as I approach my front door.. My mouth waters and body aches for what's on the other side, before I even open the door...

 
There she stands ... Read More »
Feb
16
2014

lay me upon your altar -
infuse me with pots of lavender oil and sprigs of mint -
the raindrops slip past me miraculously yet the wind has caught my voice
blowing shapes and sounds to their ears
not able to be deciphered
unintelligible
incoherent
syllables

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