(please excuse a meandering poem.  It’s taken a bit of a leap just to write again, but a poem seems the best way to answer the call to share my worldview.)

 

 

 

it began                              just like this.

always like this.

 

simplymessy

and gorgeously fucked up.

 

it’s okay that it’s not okay.

I am

you are

we will always be

imperfectly

perfect.

 

cuz the cosmos couldn’t exist without some REALLY

rough edges.

make space for me.                                                              hold me close.

and then give me a push because I take a little oomph sometimes but when I get it

 

baby, I soar.

 

we might crash too, but theres always laughter through tears

and the reminder that our metals were forged in the stars.

 

sparkling starstuff.

within and without.

 

come closer.

I’m bringin the bliss.

 

 

 

jumping for joy...on every hotel bed I meet

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