They dance together well.
And I didn’t even grate my fingers once.
that feeling of just barely hanging on
Will you wait for her?
Thick skins are for people who don’t care to feel.
there’s a firm line between being unable and being unwilling to fly
deep, abiding love
beckoning just the right one in
she sees what she wants to
where all of her flowers grow
with all of his heart and soul
The meat had his attention.
it’s a love thing
come fly with me
let’s ride bareback
it was natural for them to connect that way
true and pure
they’ll sit there and stare
it’s a jungle, baby
awakening from deep slumber
“Mommy, why can’t the doggie use the phone?” Ummm.
a waiting well of wine… weee!
The right now.
Roaming, as they do.
it hits you harder than you expected
every word you say is as captivating as the gods painting across the sky
such a lucky pal
Fall Into Me
Close your eyes and jump.
imagine if everyone were this transparent
biding time; waiting for her
Models in Western-Wear.
The night is not always a dark thing.
She misses Christmas.
Another day, another ‘Rita.
All I can do is keep breathing.
“talkin’ to herself, there’s no one else who needs to know….”
Always onward, swiftly, and with purpose.
With nothing but time, she waits for the next climber.
Three guesses as to exactly what he thinks of me.
to stay or to go?
Recording the memories of his earliest captures.
Not long now.
sometimes he lets me look inside the window
This has become a regular request / exercise routine for John.
Out of the dark, a light. Spring is on her way.
This was great fun, until he realized he was ALL WET, OH THE HUMANITY.
This is how he redeems himself.
My backyard, sunny day mellow.
Apparently, this green bean, so frightened of being eaten, hid under his plate.
A belly-swingin’ good time.