Letters to Dandelion

To everyone who loves
someone

Meeting

Our Private Beach

I
want to walk with you,

hand in hand on a shimmering,

sandy, private beach.

And talk with you, close and

confident, so your deepest dreams

I am able to reach.

To expose the gold, that you say

you know, exists within your brave

yet barren heart.

As the Ocean churns a soft hum

spurned, to spark our love to start.

I want to feel as though, when we’re

apart, our souls intertwine - so fine,

that we can both feel the other is near.

I want you to know that in your every

need, my mind is set to care.

When you are tired and sleep desired,

my arms will be your blankets,

and my chest will be your nest.

You can tell me your thoughts and

express your dreams; be spontaneous

with me as you gain your rest.

You can empty your fears, relieve

your cares and know that I dare to

listen and beware.

That these are sensitive things inside,

that focuses your pride and sometimes

you hide, from the rest of the world.

(But, hopefully, not from me.)

I want to gaze in your eyes and have

you see, the moistness of my happiness

with you, collecting to tears on the sides.

Feel my desires for you,

in the rush of my lustful kiss.

Know my hunger for you,

in my pawing touch.

And, the thrill in the painful

one-ness of fulfilling sex.

There is no guess, that I deeply

love you, want you, am consumed

by you, want to consume you –

But for now, I would just be

completely happy, to walk with

you …

on a private, sandy beach.

And the Lion bowed.

When the pixie fairy rubbed his belly,

He purred ever so deeply, from the promise

of love completely, that it set the other animals

running scared to flight.

Drool, extended down his whiskers,

happily forming dangly droplets of pleasure

hanging onto his scar covered cheeks.

He rolled about on his much armored back,

watching her fly about, back and forth and

around and out-side of his enormous head.

He thought – so little about his weighted dread,

as it was lifted by her enchanting presence, grace

and benevolence. 

He felt very patient, and warm, and glowed,

under the gloaming of her exquisitely beautiful

charms.

His heart beat ferociously in his chest,

more intense, than in any battle he had

ever fought in his violent-turbulent youth.

He never could imaging feeling so good,

so intercepted, so warmly-unilaterally

completed.

Fleetingly, he would catch a glimpse of her

sparkling, long eye lashed, rainbow colored

eyes, as she hovered by –

This, making him smile – so big that his

face pained with hurt from the effort.

As the Lion, rarely, if ever, did such a

foolish thing.

His stomach quivered in delight inside of

him, to volcanically excite every time she:

Touched him,

Rubbed his brow,

Tweaked his nose,

Played with his hair,

Or

Brushed against his cheek.

Then,

            She kissed his lips !

And the Lion grew weak.

And then,

 the Lion ...

bowed.

Bubbles

There
we are, on the sides of the bottle

as we
swirl and swish about like bubbles,

while
some great deity, mixes us inside
his tea.

So
many things could be,

but
one that I am most happiest about,

is
obviously, you and me.

Things
could have been so different,

like
we could have been bubbles in

another,
or separate bottles of time.

Different
places, or other skins,

so
much different from the ones

that
we so love to rub against.

Where
you fly like a bird

and I
swim like a fish,

and we
would have never met.

See,
it doesn’t matter, the how,

or the
why, or the what; what brings

a
smile to my face is the who and

the
when – the fact that out of all

the
bubbles that fizzle, sizzle or

pop,
your precious skin has rubbed

up
against my own, in an entire sea
of endless possibilities.

I’ve
lived in a bottle of time, on

the
same planet that wars have

been
fought, and oceans crossed,

and
planes fly so high, that in a

place
where mountains rise and

volcanoes
swallow Islands back

into
the murk, where the depths

are
deep and the sheep sleep

under
the stars with one eye open.

With
all that variety, and history,

and
distances, and places to get

lost
in, and to and fro – I came

to
somehow, one day, experience

and
know,

who
you are, and hear your travels,

and
witness your growth and love

your
whole being.

I
kissed you,

I held
you,

I
looked into your eyes,

and
saw you.

The
real you.

That
being said, the possibilities in

life,
and really, not just the life

we
know,

are
endless,

and
boundless,

and
timeless –

So,
our time – is now,

and
our connection, was

made
certain,

by
some great deity,

drinking
his tea,

and
swirling it around,

until
you met me.

I
can’t thank him enough,

for
making that happen.

I
can’t imagine my life,

where
you had never been.

I don’t want to think, of

a time
where I can’t see you,

and I
dread the minutes that

seem
like centuries, when

you
are away from me.

A
warrior grows fearful, when

his
sword is out of reach, and

without
you, I am without sword,

shield
and armor, thus, I am naked,

as
your skin against mine, is what

I need
to feel complete.

I was
made to be in the same

era,
see the same aura, share

the
same flora in our ticking,
trickling moments of life together.

So as
one bubble to another,

floating
around the untranquil sea

of
life, I’m eternally happy we

have
met, and when I put it all in
this perspective,

I can
define the reasons why,

I love
you so much.

Humble
Hopes

Great Inspiration …

waits for no one.

And the right time is always the exact moment when the world
seems to fade away,

allowing focus on a true lesson, a thought to be finally
heard or a reason understood.

It’s late as I write this, because I’ve been thinking about
someone.

A woman who in many ways is still just a pretty little
frustrated girl.

Someone who, if she could understand how truly unique she
really is,

and could look past everything that has happened thus far in
her life,

maybe she might realize that there was more to it all than
meets surface eye.

How in a way she might be like everyone else, going through
the motions,

the struggles and difficulties of life like the rest of us,
but then are completely

one of a kind.

Maybe she is sitting right now, reading this – and that’s
good.

I always wanted to get her attention with what I had to say.

…. A conversation ensues as we walk hand in hand down an
autumn road.

So I could tell her, that she is beautiful and adventurous.

So I could tell her how smart and funny she can be, and that
I can see her sweet soul.