Succumbing to the smoothest of fingers, I die. A little death, a divine death, releasing just enough of me into the plain where souls meet and dance, leaving just enough of me to remember that in order to live again everything must die.
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La Petite Mort
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Fathers, Mortality, Sexuality, Spirituality on July 4, 2015 | 1 Comment »
Portrait of a Woman, Reclining
Posted in Art, Sexuality on April 1, 2015 | Leave a Comment »
Oh, to float on a Klimt canvas, outlined in undulating graphite, wrapped in ephemeral cloth, rapt in pleasure, revealed and revealing, captured in that private liminal space between self-awareness and the intense eye of the artist, Japanese paper skin-smooth, soft as the curve of shoulder, the smile of calf, the delicacy of breast, the heat […]
Natural Habitats
Posted in Books, Cats, Fantasies, Fear, Lions, Love, Lust, Midlife, Natural World, Romance, Savannah, Sexuality on August 7, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
I. Lying in wait. On the savannah, on the plain, in desert sands and next to humid river beds, the predator lies in wait. Something has given off its scent, awakened its hunger. Fully awake now, the lion follows the scent, alerted to the herd’s presence. He watches, determines which of the […]
Urban Debris
Posted in Pornography, Sexuality, The Genders on March 30, 2014 | 1 Comment »
The streets and windshields awoke polka-dotted with white and sheer pink cherry blossom petals that fell like snow in last night’s heavy rain. The kind of rain that moves items from one house to the next – a garbage can lid, a small snapped branch, small bits of urban debris.