My Beautiful Day

As my spirit longs for the warmth of your soul today, I distract the welling up of these emotions by remembering the last time we made love. I remember what a dazzling day it was, and how we interrupted the stillness that painted those canyon walls with such a deep and profound peace. As our lovemaking grew in passion, neither could stop their expressions of pleasure, sending echoes of moans up and down the canyon. Naked and unashamed, the sands of that patch of beach along the Clavey River were so close to heaven that day, and you, its most cherished angel. The sexuality that flowed along side that watercourse had been kept dammed up for to long, and as we both burst simultaneously its ensuing satisfaction swept us away in waves. Lying in that sand, sunning in the after glow I recall telling you the day couldn’t get any better and how it had made you smile.

Yes, those days are now seemingly past us, though still etched in my heart and mind and, of course recorded against my flesh…..so imagine my spirits surprise running into you today

rain rain........

is here today, floods and closed roads, still.........

Jib Jab Video

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2-13-2011

Another drop dead beautiful California dreamin day is upon us, with the sun high in the sky, weighing in at a balmy 70 degrees while the likes of Steve Miller and the Beatles play loud enough to cause structural damage……….

And while this utopia may not always look this good, deep down I know it is perfect, it just took me a while to appreciate what I had, what it was and why there is no place like where you are baby……..

winter 2011

..opened but guarded guarded his soul looks out at this aging year, turning turning towards winter, never ready to watch it die, always willing to hide back within the reeds at the waters edge where no one gets in....

.....but, another one is here here, beckoning to him, to her, laughing, marking mortality, another notch on the belt of time time time pushing pushing he opens the door and welcomes the coolness carefully as she caresses the day with her soft scent, slowly extinguishing the temperature that melted the summers hope of everything......longing for the quiet of nothing or something.......

...like some siren song seeking something more more more than he can give, he hears that call heeding pleading for one more simple moment in that aging year, like rotting fruit unpicked he turns inward, seeking solitude among the reeds, at her waters edge....and time, she waits for everyone but him..........

floating

away on the gentle spring like breeze today..........lower 70's